These doors need to be oiled, Keith thought as he opened the door of Bonnies room. He walked to the cama and sank down.
Bonnie turned on her back in her cama and opened her eyes a bit. When she saw Keith her eyes widened and she sat straight.
“What the hell are tu doing here? Go away! I’m going to call security! Get out!” she hissed.
“Ssshh” Keith said. “I’m just here to watch tu sleep. Isn’t that romantic?”
“No!” Bonnie whispered loud. “Not if you’re the one watching”
“So, you’re not going to sleep, because I am here?” Keith asked. “Well, in that case, we might as well continue our conversation we had this afternoon”
“We had a conversation?” Bonnie asked sarcastic. “Because I remember the part where I blew tu off”
“And tu dicho yes when I asked I could talk to tu later. This is later” Keith replied.
Bonnie shook her head, giving up. “Fine, let’s talk”
“Why are tu here?” Keith started. “I told tu I saw something, my dead friend, and that was so shocking they put me in here. What’s your reason?”
“I really don’t want to talk about that” Bonnie dicho uneasy.
“Why not?”
“It’s not something to be proud of” Bonnie said.
“You think anyone of us is here because of something to be proud of?” Keith asked with raised eyebrows.
“I guess not” Bonnie shrugged. She looked up and sighed. “I’m not here because of something I saw” she began to tell. “I’m here because of something I did”