Having worked in the medical field, she knew what it meant that the lights were off and that the ambulance was in no rush to anywhere. She hadn't made it. All of her efforts had been in vain. Her shoulders slumped and she sighed softly, then inhaled a deep breath before looking around. The police had arrived, responding officers asking her to wait for the detective. It looked like she wouldn't be going to the tavern tonight after all.
Her gaze had wandered over into the direction where the assailant, the killer, had vanished. A few officers had already headed off in that direction in an attempt to catch up but he was long since gone before they even arrived. What if he had come back? She could be in there, cold upon the gurney, right beside of the other woman right now. The thought was terrifying, it sent a shiver down her spine. She wanted to wrap her arms around herself but her hands were still covered in blood.
She started a little when she heard the voice, soft and calm as it was, her eyes glancing up at the man with a certain distance about them. "I need to wash my hands." That was the only thing she could think of at the moment. And the woman. She wondered about her. Who she was, who her family was, who would miss her. It was never an easy thing when someone died, even someone that she didn't even know.