Alan’s face was red in desperation as he needed a signal from the people trapped so that he would know which direction to go.Quorra and Tierra who were trapped and their bodies folded against each other heard the voice. “Hey, hey, I hear a sound, did you hear that,” Quorra spoke, her voice filled with a desperate urgency as the words tumbled from her lips. “I think it's a voice. Probably someone broke in.”“Yes, I hear a voice. I hear something. Oh, shit—he is asking if we can talk,” Tierra responded.Tierra’s shrieked piercingly, her voice slicing through the air with urgency as she screamed for help. “We are here. Come and save us, please. Please come!”Alan’s brain jolted with urgency as he located where he heard the voice from.He quickly dashed towards the spot where he suspected the voice was coming from, weaving his way through the burning flames.Alan dared to venture deeper into the inferno, his body swathed in protective gear as he raced towards the victims.“Alright, I am
The firefighter leaped with daring courage, his arms wrapped protectively around Quorra and Tierra and their bodies launching through the air in a desperate escape from the flames. Their hearts were pounding with adrenaline as they soared towards safety even amidst the flames.Their bodies crashed with a jarring force as they hit the pavement, their escape a blur of speed as Alan’s lunges heaved with effort from the effort of their flight.The workers together with Della had predicted that they were going to make the launch so they prepared mattresses around the pavement area which made their landing less strenuous.Quorra and Tierra were gasping for breath as they tried to regain their footing, their lungs burning with the strain of the flight.Alan managed to crawl up from the ground amidst many of his workers who surrounded him with their faces contorted with concern.When they saw that Alan was fine, they started hailing him loudly.“Hail to the hero of the hopeless, Alan Greyson!
Della smiled. “Mean what, Alan?”“What you said? That she saw me as a hero.”“Yes, Alan. She saw you as not just a hero but also an idol. She surely took you in high regard and she couldn't wait to show you in its entirety how she viewed, respected, and loved you. Everything you are now and will be in the future, she predicted it to come to pass.”Alan’s face was frozen in a mask of silence as he wore a stunned expression. His chest tightened with an emotional wave as he struggled to maintain composure.How he wished that Rose was still there for him? How he wished that things could return to the moment when he could return home to his lovely wife.Della noticed that Alan was going overboard so she continued with the question she was going to ask in another effort to change the topic.“Anyway, I was going to ask because I am just curious. How did you know that you needed to save some people inside the inventory? I commended you not because you saved them per se but because you somehow
“Oh, it's nothing. I am just processing how lucky we were that everything went well,” Della spoke, shrugging off Alan’s statement so that she could go deeper into her thought process.Della found it really strange that Alan was able to know that the two ladies were inside the inventory. She wasn't having the response that they called him to come to rescue her. They wouldn't have done that because they didn't know him as a firefighter, she thought.In fact, if they knew that they were going to face a fire outbreak situation, she would have suggested being the one to take up that responsibility because even though she also wasn’t trained to be a firefighter, she might have been more suited to that role.She wasn't underestimating Alan but she couldn't help but think that there was something extra that Alan had which made him able to rescue the two ladies at the inventory.Della didn't want a situation whereby she would have a reason not to trust Alan but for the first time since her dau
Alan could obviously not respond as his throat kept constricting and he was gasping for air.“Alright, Sir, let’s just go this way,” the waitress spoke. “Here, follow this way, Sir. We will help you and find out what happened.”The two workers gripped Alan’s shoulder with a supportive, their arms firm and steady as they helped him hobble to the direction that the waitress was showing them.Della’s face was creasing with concern as she struggled to make sense of the situation. Her voice was inquisitive as she asked questions. “What is happening with him? Was it the food he ate? Where are you taking him to?”The waitress and the other two male workers were hobbling him towards a private room in the restaurant.Della couldn't help but wonder what was going on but she stopped asking questions and followed them instead.The waitress then turned towards Della. “Why don't you just stay here? We just want to get him some help. It appears he has something stuck in his throat. We will just get
She then turned to Alan. “Oh, since you can't talk, take this paper and write. I want to know what exactly you have to say about this.”Alan had accessed the lady from head to toe. She didn't look like someone who could really do sustained harm to someone. She was just bitter about something she thought he did, she thought.Her physique was lean and sturdy and her limbs weary and muscular from the physical demands of her job. Her hair was pulled back in a utilitarian style and conjoined into a tight bun.She also had her shoes scuffed from constant wear and her apron was strained with the remnants of the day’s labor. Alan suspected that more than the weight of her interrogations, she was passing the aggression of her harsh lifestyle on him.He took the pen and paper that was offered to him and wrote while clutching his throat in pain and feeling his belly erupt in a serious commotion. [I am sorry about your brother but I don't know who you are talking about]The waitress yanked the p
He recalled that the moment was the best time for him to start hearing the waitress’ thoughts but there was nothing. He gritted his teeth in frustration. Why was it that it was as if the ability chose when it wanted to come? Why wouldn't it come any time he was in a problem? He wished that he knew what to do to make the ability or whatever it was to come at the time he wanted. The moment he was experiencing was the best time for him to read the waitress’ thoughts. He was sure that she would definitely think about where she kept the antidote and that would be very valuable information for him to extract.Della, meanwhile, was outside the exclusive room around the table where she and Alan were having their dinner.Her forehead creased with a curious frown as she looked around, her eyes searching the room for answers. Where had they taken Alan to? Was it poison that made him choke like that? Her face was a picture of perplexed confusion as she sought to make sense of what was happenin
Alan still had his breath hitched as he could barely put out a speech. He wished that he could at least speak up for himself but he couldn't. It must have been a terrible kind of poison that the waitress used, he thought.He wondered how long he truly had to remain in that condition. He turned his gaze to Della as if to give her a gesture of advice to take things easy on the waitress. The situation was very delicate but he knew that caution had to be taken.“Can you get my brother back from a coma? That’s all I want. Can you someone heal his pain and get him back to me in perfect health,” The waitress spoke with uncertain confidence, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to assert herself despite her fears.Della didn’t understand the whole picture but she knew that the waitress must have had a reason to think that Alan was responsible for the coma condition of her brother. She didn't need to enquire further because the waitress kept her eyes gazing intently, waiting for a sign o