Sarah Jane was lying there on the bed, she appeared unconscious, so if she heard the words nothing was indicated. She did look very small and vulnerable, without her usual attitude, even the hospital gown seemed to drown her. Her face was bruised one eye was extremely swollen as were her lips. One arm was in a cast and she was on a drip.<br/><br/>She didn’t appear to respond though perhaps the girl did indeed hear  what was said, though she did not make any indication of it. Apparently the girl was sedated, also one hand was cuffed for the moment as she was an illegal immigrant.<br/><br/>A nurse came in and added more medication to the drip, she looked at Vincent, she was a woman in her late fifties and did not look as if she stood for nonsense.  “So you are the fiancé yes? The Doctor will be with you soon then to discuss her injuries as will the police, there are certain matters that need to be dealt with.”<br/><br/>Sarah Jane let out a few noises and moved slightly and the nurse checked the IV as she did her gaze returned to Vincent. “And who or what is Horlicks? I realise it is a malt drink …but…”<br/>