Shelia rushed into the room, her arms overloaded with first-aid supplies. “This is all I could find,” she said.
Matt ignored her as he wrapped tape and gauze around his bloody and damaged fingers and hands.
“I’m sorry, Matt,” Shelia blurted out. “I just couldn’t get the door open.”
“The poltergeist kept opening and closing that door,” Matt monotonely responded.
“Yes, yes, I saw that,” she quickly said, “but I just didn’t see when it would be safe for…I mean best strategically for me to jump in and help you.”
“You’re still mad about Lisa, aren’t you,” Matt said.