St. Agustin Memorial Hospital, 2 pm
She was able to calm herself down after the last panic attack. She thought those were a thing of the past, and she did feel much better after coming out clean with Street. However, the nightmares still haunted her. Day and night.
As the rays of the sun hit the window, her eyes felt their warmth and kind invitation to wake up. She opened her eyes slowly and took a long look around her room. She took her time to make herself comfortable as she tried to sit up. She heard a buzzing sound, and noticed her phone vibrating in her night stand next to her bed.
SOS. Been crazy calling you. Two CFS agents will come to your room. I can explain everything. Please, don't kill me!
"Don't kill me..?" she read out loud slowly frowning, completely lost.
It was Street. She had more than 10 calls in the last hour. He was desperate for sure! She had not noticed her phone at all because after her panic attack, she went into a deep sleep. She faintly remembered the last time she spoke to him. She truly freaked out! It got so bad that Teresita and the other nurse had to rush in to help her. Teresita guided her through some breathing exercises to calm down, and then offered her a pill to sleep it off.
As she grabbed the device with both hands to send a response, the door to her room flung opened. This startled her, making her drop her phone to her abdomen area.
"Officer? Are you ok? Feeling better?" nurse Teresita came in, with worried expression.
"Si! Muchas gracias, Teresita." (Yes! Thank you so much, Teresita) she yawned, as she answered
"Que bueno, chiquita." (That's great, girl) the nurse said as she aligned her pillow, "Well, there are two people here to see you. They say it is urgent, but-"
Chris didn't let her finish "It's ok, Teresita. Let em in!" she nodded
She went over all monitors, checked around the bed and removed her gloves. Then, quickly made her way to the door, nodded to the officer and excused herself. Two men came in with a folder and a clipboard each. Their name tags were visible to the eye, clearly identified with the CFS seal.
"Officer Alonso? I'm Agent Trumbull and this is my partner Agent Soto. We are from the division of Adolescent Crime and Punishment of the Children and Family Services Department of Los Angeles. May we have a word?"
She was so lost, she couldn't even answer. She couldn't help but to frown as the two men made their way to the edge of her bed. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her cellphone and remember Street's text.
This isn't gonna be good. I'll probably want to kill him. She thought, concerned.
"Yes, sir." she mumbled as she straightened up as best as she could, letting out a soft grunt and a soft moan. Moving was still painful, since her whole body still ached badly.
"Ma'am?" Agent Trumbull asked, as he noticed she was in pain and tried to help her. Soto moved to the feet of the bed, which had a clearer view to the small window in the door, in case they needed to call the nurse. "We just have a couple of questions, if you can resist...if not we will fully understand and be on our way."
"No... it's ok" her body now was not a concern, as her head started to ache, probably of the stress. "What's this about?"
"Do you know Officer James Street?"
She closed her eyes and sighed, "Yes"
"Do you recognize this boy?" the agent asked as he showed her a picture of Rubio, in his mobile.
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Unexpected 3: Alonso, Gone
FanficStory #3 Officer Street is torn apart between two difficult situations: Officer Chris Alonso has been abducted and another character depends on his help. Both need him as they face the biggest dangers of their lives. What will Street do? Don't forge...
