It was a blur, but then that wasn't surprising. Everything was a fucking blur. Head heavy, she tried to turn it enough to look at whoever was standing there. A nurse? Yeah, a fucking nurse. Great. The wedding rings and the con barely registered, too common in her world to be any kind of big deal. Weddings for presents, which wasn't a bad scam, really, and they seemed in love. Fucking love. The bane of her existence these days, and she was actually medicated enough to admit it. The death was a distant memory just then, the woman, the rape, the man watching her die.