Doctors and Detectives

Chapter Four

Later that night, I couldn't get the damn figure off my head. Whenever I close my eyes, the horrid expression of the doctor haunts me. Whoever did this to him, must be stopped. No. I am not escaping or running. If I wouldn't be able to handle this, this could kill and make me bleed to death.

I clutch my face as I realized that the figure was addressed to me, not to any official in the bureau nor my subordinates. And with this, I have a feeling that the culprit is now after me.

And knew that I was a detective.

I placed my life in jeopardy. Christ.

I lay down on my bed, as I felt my brain overheated due to the stuff that I am thinking. I couldn't think straight anymore after the culprit's gift to me.

Maybe they were right, I do need a rest for a day or two. I suppose after this week, I'll be going home.

Home.

Mom. Dad. I miss them.

I read the headlines on the e-newspaper in my tablet. I sighed as it said that:

Linda Vista Doctor, found dead-sculptured in the lobby...

And when I read the comments, hate and anger of the doctor's relatives surround me. It made me feel like I failed my duty as a cop. If I couldn't protect them, how would I be able to do it to myself?

Ugh. This is what I came for.

I toss a pillow and let it fall on my face as I dim the lights and drifted to sleep.

I still have to kick some ass for tomorrow.

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The next day, despite my colleagues' recommendation, I am still managing to spectate the community hospital. It's kinda hard to roam around because they're spectating too.

Then, I found myself stumbling in the fifth floor. This floor seemed so peaceful at all, despite the patients' dreadful condition.

I sat on the benches as my phone vibrated in my pocket. If this wasn't any important call, I'm hanging up. My heart stopped when I gazed at the screen.

Mom. Maybe she could help me.

"Hi Mom," I said weakly.

"Darling, I know how deadly your work is, but can you please go home? Your father and I miss you so much." She said.

"That's what I have in mind, Mom. I gotta take a break from these things happening to me."

"We felt horrible about the news, darling." She murmured. "We want you here in the weekdays. No buts."

"Yes, Mom." I said, trying to fight back tears.

"If you really need a break, your father and I are here. We would comfort you." She said sweetly.

"Don't make me cry, Mom." I snapped.

She chuckled. "Well, I bet you still have a lot of work to do, so good bye Y/N."

"Good bye, Mom. I love you so much." I said, tears streaming down my cheeks.