Murderer

The next morning,  Richard woke up gradually regaining consciousness. His mind felt foggy, and his body ached in unfamiliar ways. He tried to open his eyes, but the bright lights overhead caused him to squint and shield his face with his hand. Confusion washed over him as he tried to piece together his surroundings. As his eyes adjusted to the light, Richard realized he was lying in a hospital bed. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air, and the constant beeping of machines punctuated the silence. He attempted to move, but a wave of pain radiated through his body, urging him to stay still. “Elaine” was the first name he called. “I see that you are awake” a nurse pulled the curtains standing in front of him with a file in her hand. “Where am I?” he asked. “St Louis hospital” “Where is Elaine?” he demanded. if he was rushed to the hospital then she was probably with him. “Who is Elaine?” she asked. “My wife, she was brought here with me right?, a young slender woman wearing a bla