The entire room suddenly feels as if the walls have moved in closer. On every side of your body, they seem to be so close that they touch your skin. Without attempting to take another breath, you stare back at Claire and together, for one, long, silent pause, you come to the realization that you are now in this together.
“Yes, It’s mine.”
You speak first. You can read her expression and have already taken a guess at her question before she can even ask it. Slowly, her fingers pull away and her hand returns to her side. Her eyes however, never stray from yours.
“What were you going to do?”
Her question appears with an unexpected calmness. The bathroom door is wide open beside her, but she isn’t trying to run. Her eyes haven’t moved, but her hands have begun reaching for the bottle of antiseptic wash. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was about to ask you if she could help.
“Look Claire, I just want to get out.”
You answer her and imagine, for an instant, that a huge weight has been lifted off your mind. The truth however, isn’t so. As soon as you reply, the burden seems to double as you realize that, if nothing else, you’ve now made her your accomplice and if she hasn’t come to that conclusion as well, she will very soon. It will be impossible for her to carry that secret with her. And the thought of you pulling the trigger, even in desperation, even after everything Gail and her father have put you through, will be too much. She’ll have to tell them all. She’ll have to...
You both remain silent as she pours out a large amount of the fluid from the bottle onto your arm. It fizzles and pops as thousands of tiny, white bubbles appear and create a sudden slick of foam that covers over the entire wound. Your teeth grind together to bite back the searing pain as the disinfectant seeps all the way through your arm and drips out the other side. Claire remains expressionless as she carefully reseals the bottle and gently begins to towel away the foam from the wound.