"Why you unmitigated bitch!" Emily yelled, hauling off with her right fist and trying to punch the infuriating woman in the jaw. She was fairly surprised when she missed entirely and her fist clashed painfully into the bank of mailboxes beside her. "Ow! Ow! Oh fudge!"
"I sat by your bed every day and talked until I went hoarse. I waited for you to wake up. To open your eyes and say 'hi' or just complain about something. And then you were gone. Not look for you? Not to everything I could to find you? To see if you were okay?"
"You..." She clutched her injured hand to her chest, the deli bag dangling from the crook of her elbow, glaring at Jen with pain filled eyes. "You're my best friend, Jen. How can you even think I could give up on you like that?"
The aside about the bag was entirely missed in her distress.