HER FINAL WORD

Just before we left the ward, Susan asked me to stay behind for a word. Doris was okay with it since she wanted to clean up her face and apply her make-up afresh. Once she was gone, she struggled to sit up and even rebuffed my attempts to help her.
"Ras, Does she know?"
"About what?"
"My situation?"
"What did you do?"
She could've screamed at me were it not for her situation. She composed herself and breathed in through the oxygen mask and removed it.
"I wanted to die. Happy?"
"How could I be happy? Stop making up things."
"Okay fine. Look, I want a favour from you."
"A favour?"
I wondered why she would ask me to do something for her. If it was about spying on Sam then I'm out. If she wants me to sabotage the event this Saturday, I'm also out.

Could I be in trouble?

"I hope it isn't something bad."
"Of course it is not. You don't have the guts to do it."
That was true. I cannot argue with an obvious fact.
"What is it that you need to be done?"
"Go to my house and find my diary. Once you get it, destroy it."
"Why?"
"Just do the goddamn thing. Destroy it and give me the report tomorrow."
"It won't be possible. I am needed at work." She stared at me with amusement written all over her pale face. She reminded me of a character in the movie Wrong Turn.
"Then tell Martins to do the task. If you cannot do it."
That was my way out. I was getting wary of her devious means and did not want to be associated with her. Like I said in my previous article, Suicide is greatly frowned upon in our community.
"I will try, but don't expect miracles."
Then I left to find Doris outside with her father. Could I be in trouble?