WRATH OF ELIJAH WEST

ELIJAH IS DEAD 2

The ambulance sirens pierced through the night’s air as Elijah was rushed to the best hospital in Georgia.

Isabella, Hank and Dracula followed closely behind the ambulance, their faces etched with worry and fear, most especially Isabella. She just couldn't accept the fact that Elijah died in her arms. She refused to believe it.

As they arrived, the best medical team from different hospitals in Georgia were already present in the hospital waiting for the arrival of Elijah. He was quickly taken into the emergency ward, leaving the trio waiting for the news anxiously.

Thirty minutes felt like an eternity as they paced back and forth in the waiting area.

Isabella sat in a chair, her hands and legs shaking against her will. Sweat clouded her forehead as he kept biting on her quivering lips.

Finally, the doctor walked out of the emergency ward, his expression somber. Isabella stood up from the chair she was seating and rushed towards him, her eyes locked with his, pleading for answers.

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