Gina sat up and stared straight ahead of her as she drank her water and ate her sandwich. She felt completely numb. When she noticed Rosa was truly gone, she felt like her heart ripped in two- she screamed and nurses came running. She was comforted and taken back to her own room, where she'd spent hours sobbing and refusing to be disturbed. She didn't have any tears left to cry now. Her heart ached but she couldn't stir up any emotion. "Are you done with that?" The nurse asked gently. Gina gave no response except to slightly push the tray away from her and lay back down, staring hauntingly at the ceiling.

*TWO DAYS LATER*

Gina jumped as her door swung open.
"Oh my god," Jake gasped, bending over slightly and catching his breath. "I found you."
Gina frowned. "Rosas gone you know. You didn't come to say goodbye. How big of you."
Jake stopped suddenly in his tracks. "What?"
"Rosa died. On Monday. I held her hand while she left. And you couldn't even be bothered to come. None of you could be bothered to come. I thought you cared about-"
"ROSA'S DEAD?"
"Is... is everything okay?" a concerned doctor poked his head around the door.
"Rosa Diaz died?" Jake asked incredulously.
"I'm so sorry but yes, she passed away on Monday. We phoned your captain... Captain Rogers... straight away. We were all a little shocked nobody came."
"He didn't tell us," Jake whispered, sinking into the armchair and shaking. "He didn't- we had no idea. He said she and you," he pointed at Gina, "were fine but tired and we weren't allowed to visit either of you. He's kept us on a really tight shift rotor so we couldn't come anyway. I got fed up and came, today. I- I had no idea.... my best friend- she can't be gone."
Only one sentence circled in Gina's fury addled mind.

"He didn't tell us."