[𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍-𝐎𝐅𝐅]
Drug cases have spread around the city of Chicago like wildfire, and Mavis Loman has been tasked with finding the root of it all. However, there is just one man who knows the ins and outs of every crime as if he w...
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Tuesday, September 12th
"Sir, please don't run in here!"
My legs are moving faster than the rest of my body can keep up with. I couldn't give a fuck less about what the nurse shouted out to me. My only concern is getting to that room to be by his side.
The room numbers repeat in my mind, over and over. My heart is beating so loud that it clouds the rest of my thoughts.
I spot the plaque with the numbers from a few feet away and I stop in my tracks, almost slipping on the floor as I turn to the door. I don't hesitate for a second before I slide the door open.
The sight in front of me is almost unbearable. Mavis sits by the bedside with her hands clasped together tightly in her lap. Her hair is disheveled, and she chews on her lip anxiously.
In the hospital bed lying unconscious is the one most important to me. His head is wrapped in bandages, where I can see crimson blood seeping gently through.
When I got the call from Mavis, I didn't waste a single second before getting into my car to rush over. I drove almost twenty-five over the speed limit almost the whole way here, and if I kept that up, I would've been in the hospital too.
My heart aches for my beloved. He should be standing up and nagging at me like he always does. Not silent like he is now.
Finally, having mustered up the courage, I saunter further into the room where I fall to my knees beside the bed. My eyes travel to his chest, where I see that he is breathing just fine. That is reassuring, in some sense.
"What did the doctor say?" I question Mavis.
She looks at me with teary eyes. "The hammer that the attacker used did some damage to his head. It's nothing too serious as of now except for the bleeding. He'll most likely have a concussion, but we'll have to see when he wakes up."
My breath shakes as I exhale anxiously. I lay my head on his legs, trying to calm my mind from this situation.
Whoever dared to do this will surely die by my own two hands.
"Sage," Mavis whispers.
When I peer up at her, she gives a curt nod in the direction of Finn. I perk up when I see his eyelids move slightly.
I slide closer to him on my knees. "Finn?" I say softly.
Finn blinks slowly and raises a hand to his head. "Ah-" He winces from the pain before trying to sit up.
Mavis puts a hand on his back to aid him. "Take it slow."
He narrows his eyes at Mavis, looking visibly confused. Almost like he doesn't know why he's here.
