The elevator

[ Denise's POV ]

I rushed inside the hospital panting so heavily. Becca has informed me she was in the hospital, and needed someone by her side. I and Becca might not be close, but I can't just ignore her when she needs me.

I got the ward number Becca was admitted in, and I saw her laying on the bed. Her head was bandaged and she has lots of bruises on her face, especially her eye area, which looked reddish and swollen.

"Becca" I said, approaching her.

"Denise" Becca called my name breaking into tears.

"What happened to you Becca?" I asked, sitting beside her.

"I am sorry I called you Denise, but I have no one to call except for you, my family isn't picking my call, because they see me as a disgrace" She said crying, and I rubbed her shoulder, trying to console her.

"It's fine Becca. What happened to you, why are you in such a state?" I asked, wondering why she has so many bruises, because the last time I saw her, she wasn't this way.

Becca sniffed back her tears, so she could talk, a