She had turned off the lamp and curled up under the blanket. She dwelled on Sophie's sweet voice. That little child was all that kept the anger at bay. Just recalling her sweet gestures, how she still could view the world with childlike wonder. She was the bright light that could keep Kiara sane. She would do anything for that kid, and if that meant having to play nice with Bill and let go of the anger she harbored towards him then so be it.
She still thought of Quinn and how he was surely after her but she filed that away under things she'd worry about later. Right now as she shivered under the blanket all she wanted was to go back home, hold Sophie and take a hard drink. All these drugs were affecting her badly. Whatever Bill kept her under had clearly never been tested on were's.
She reached for the phone, seeing it was just pass 9pm. She figured if Bill showed up she'd wake up, otherwise another bout of resting felt like the safest thing to do.