These doors need to be oiled, Keith thought as he opened the door of Bonnies room. He walked to the lit and sank down.
Bonnie turned on her back in her lit and opened her eyes a bit. When she saw Keith her eyes widened and she sat straight.
“What the hell are toi doing here? Go away! I’m going to call security! Get out!” she hissed.
“Ssshh” Keith said. “I’m just here to watch toi 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 could continue our conversation we had this afternoon”
“We had a conversation?” Bonnie asked sarcastic. “Because I remember the part where I blew toi off”
“And toi a dit yes when I asked I could talk to toi later. This is later” Keith replied.
Bonnie shook her head, giving up. “Fine, let’s talk”
“Why are toi here?” Keith started. “I told toi 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 a dit uneasy.
“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”