Oh, Marcel!

Harry Was Moved

~Ember~

"Ember? Can you hear me?" Emily was staring down at me when my eyes finally fluttered open. I was still surrounded by white, but it wasn't all white. Machines hummed and buzzed around me.

"Emily.."

"Oh thank God." She leans down and wraps her arms around me.

"What happened?" My voice is so quiet that I'm not sure if I even heard myself.

"Stress got to you and you fainted. I thought you were going to be fine within a couple of hours, but you weren't so I brought you to the hosptial." She explains and sits on the bed. " You were in a coma for a week. I haven't left you."

A week? What?

"How?" I can't help but ask.

"I don't know. But I am sure glad you're back. I couldn't lose you. Then I would be by myself." She trails off.

"Are they okay?" Everything swarms back crowding in my brain.

"Yes. I asked Officer Rossdale how they were doing and she said fine. She let me visit them. Well, Marcel at least. Harry was having tests run on him. I don't know why." Emily sighs. "They don't share a cell either."

"How is Marcel?" My heart aches at the thought of him being in a jail cell with some freak. He doesn't deserve to be there. I know the truth Jimmy told me.

"Not well. He didn't seem to be eating. He is losing a lot of weight. I'm worried."

"Oh, my baby." A tear slips out of my eye. "Emily, do you believe me?"

"What? What do you mean?" She asks caught off guard.

"If I told you something that might not sound rational, would you believe me?" She ponders over my words for a moment before slowly nodding.

"I saw Jimmy." Her eyes grow wide at those words. "He told me what Johnny did. Johnny killed Jimmy and pinned it on Marcel and Harry. His step-mother, Officer Rossdale, she's working with him."

"But how?" She asks.

"They made up stamps with Harry and Marcel's finger prints on them. Johnny placed them on the gun. He figures that once they are gone, he can get to us easier."

"She's working with him? What...and how did you see Jimmy?"

"I'll explain later, but right now we have to get out of here." I tore the covers off of me. I soon realized that I was attached to machines and I pulled all the needles and tubes off of me.

"Were do we go?" Emily asks as she hands me one of her sweaters. She scoops up her bag and leads me down the hallway.  "Wait, there is your doctor. Hide hide."

She pushes me into an entryway. My breathing echoing as she stood infront of me pretending to be on her phone.

"Hi, Doctor." She smiles as he walks by.

"Okay, come on." She grabs my arm and pulls me along. "There is a back door this way."

We turn a sharp corner and she takes a sharp breath, but lets it out when a person turns down another hallway. She starts to sprint down the hallway, her bag slapping against her thighs. The door swings open when she pushes it. A cold air whips in nearly blowing her sweater off of me. I wrap it around tighter and follow behind to Harry's car.

"Do you want to go see them first?" She asks as she starts the car. Warm air blows out of the vents.

"Yes, but we have to go quickly before they notice I'm not there. They will surely call the cops." I buckle myself in. Emily points to the back where my clothes are.