𝐷𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑂𝐹 𝑌𝑂𝑈 | 𝐽. 𝑃𝑂𝑂𝐿𝐸

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑌

Luna's POV.
George Washington Hospital
NW, Washington, D.C.

I finally arrived at George Washington Hospital, my entire body buzzing with anger as I walked inside. I made my way to the nearest elevator and tapped my foot impatiently until I got to the 4th floor.

I made my way to the desk and smiled at the receptionist. "Hi, I'm looking for Lana Martinez?"

The receptionist nodded and flashed a kind smile at me. "Yes. She's in room 231. At your left."

"Thank you so much." I replied.

I made my way down the hallway until I reached Room 231 and was met by a doctor coming out of the room with an annoyed yet exhausted expression on his face.

"Hi, are you family of Lana?" he asks.

I nodded. "Yes, is she okay?"

The doctor frowned. "Actually, she's just fine. There were no signs of any force or DNA from anyone. She's in top shape physically. I don't know about mentally..."

I paused and frowned. "Wait, so she wasn't sexually assaulted?"

The doctor shook his head. "Not at all, Mrs. Perez. I'm a big fan of you by the way."

I smiled softly. "Thank you. I appreciate your support. I'll be happy to sign something for you."

The doctor shook his head. "No need. Seeing you and being able to speak with you was enough. I hope your...friend? is okay."

"Thank you." I replied, before stepping into the hospital room.

When I walked into Lana's hospital room, she had been stuffing her things into a bag now in regular clothes.

"Lana." I said, my voice stern.

Lana turned around and smiled at me. "Luna! You're here—."

"Why would you lie? Why would you lie about something like that," I shouted.

Lana shrunk back. "I didn't lie—."

"I spoke to the doctor, Lana!" I shouted. "Nothing happened to you! Where is the necklace?"

"Luna, please listen to me—."

I stepped forward. "No! You listen to me! Where is the damn necklace, Lana?!"

Lana frowned. "It's at the motel."

"What motel." I gritted out.

"The one in Largo... The Motel 6." She replied.

Frustration surged through me as I pinched the bridge of my nose, taking a deep breath. I grabbed Lana's bags with a swift motion and marched out of the room, Lana trailing behind me. Together, we left the hospital and headed toward the parking lot.

Unlocking my car with a flick of my keys, I shot Lana a stern look when she hesitated at the passenger door. My patience wearing thin, I strode over and yanked the door open with more force than necessary.

"In the car, Lana!" I raised my voice.

"Luna, please—," she began.

"Now!" My voice echoed louder in the parking lot.

Lana's face crumpled, tears cascading down her cheeks as she climbed into the car. Returning to the driver's side, I got in and slammed the door with a thud. The car roared to life under my hands, and we were soon speeding away.

"Luna, I'm sorry—," Lana attempted to apologize.

"I'm not in the mood to hear it, Lana," I cut her off sharply. "Not now."