One hour passed and we still do not get any news from the ER.Every time the door opens, and someone walks out, I get a giddy feeling in my chest and spring up to interact with them, but every time they walk past me to talk with someone else. Gerald had come and gone about a dozen times, checking in to see if I had any news about her condition, only to leave disappointed. I don’t know what exactly he is doing, and why he looks so busy, but he got his phone glued to his ear and I’m pretty sure that he is pulling all the strings he could just so we could not be in too much hot water.I know that no matter how noble our intentions were, we were going against a powerful enemy here, and that enemy somehow had an entire city’s police force under his thumb. And as Clara said before, going against that police force was going to blow this case out of proportion, and I wasn’t sure if we could manage that now with everything that was going on. Right now, the priority should be given to Coraline

I stumble out of the hospital, swaying on my feet as if I was a crazy man. Nothing registers in my eyes, not the vehicles traveling in front of the hospital, not the ambulances coming blaring in bearing patients and paramedics, not the normal patients coming in with their health crisis sorted, coughing into tissues or holding bags of medical information…I certainly do not register the visitors coming in, bearing small comforts for their recovering loved ones, hoping to see them lit up with health upon seeing them enter their wards or their separate rooms.Recovering loved ones. What a concept that is.I do wonder, however, distantly as if I’m having an out-of-body experience, if they had witnessed loss as I had. I wonder if any of them had their loved ones rushed into the hospital after being tortured or shot, after being held in a dark basement while suffering unspeakable horrors hoping for rescue, only to be cut down like a lamb right in front of the man they thought would be their

The aftermath of a crime is always messier than the crime itself especially when you’re a witness who just might be an accomplice to the crime as well. And this, coupled with the sadness of losing a loved one, and the anger of having a loved one taken away due to the crime itself, is bound to be tricky to navigate through. I know that I shouldn’t be angry with the Empire City police department because they were not the ones who were in charge of the investigation. They were not the ones who had been bought off by criminals, those problems belonged to Clandestine City. In fact, ECPD had been more than accommodating and very focused on the case, which was refreshing after the leg pulling the CCPD did, had I been in a better state of mind I have very much appreciated it. But I had not had any sleep the night before, and now I had been told that my girlfriend had died. There was nothing I wanted more than to return home to yesterday where Coraline was still alive. Hurt, yes, but alive ju

“I’ve never gotten a nosebleed before like this,” suddenly I find myself saying to this woman who I met just minutes ago. “Think it’s serious?”“It does look like that,” the masked woman notes, and digs into her pocket before handing me an unopened package of tissues, “here you go, I have a feeling you’re going to need more of these. Did you hit your head somewhere? Got a headache?” she looks around, “I mean, with a place like this I might have wondered if you had said the wrong thing to the wrong person.”“Nothing that exciting,” I do not know why I’m speaking to her as if I had known her forever. This level of familiarity is bizarre, but it doesn’t feel wrong. She’s still holding out the tissues, and wiggles her hand trying to get my attention, “thank you very much.” I take the tissues.“If it’s not too forward of me, can I ask you what’s wrong?” the woman questions conversationally, “I caught sight of you just a while ago, and I swear I wasn’t talking to you. I noticed that you loo

I close my eyes as my body freezes right there in the middle of the road. The SUV keeps barreling towards me, and I think, with my feet planted firmly to the ground, this is it. I’m going to be hit, and with the speed that car is traveling, I’m going to be badly damaged. And I can only hope then that I would be damaged enough to end it all.To my surprise, I don’t feel the vehicle colliding with my skin.Instead, I hear the sharp sound of tires screeching against the asphalt, and people scream all around me. I feel the gush of wind coming from a vehicle stopping right in front of you after coming at you at full speed.For a moment, it feels like the world had stopped.After a beat of two when my heart slows down enough to not give me a heart attack, I slowly open my eyes to see what the hell had happened.The car had stopped just inches away from me. As I watch with a racing heart, the doors on either side of the backseat open, and out steps two men dressed in suits and black mirrored