A Dreamer Caught In The Crossfire

Chapter 23

    

Jasmine had been sitting in the interrogation room for over fifteen minutes in silence. Her mother had stopped by to deliver a trunk of her clothes but Jasmine couldn't care less. Coirwen asked her the same question over and over but received the same answer. It irritated her that she was sitting in the same chair that the murderer sat in when she had done nothing wrong.

"I'll ask you one last time. How were you aware of what took place in the elevator when you were a good distance away and all cameras were disarmed?" asked Coirwen.

"And I will answer you one last time. I-don't-know," answered Jasmine exasperatedly.

Coirwen glared at her, looking to find even the smallest hint of a lie. He sighed and stood up reluctantly.

"Very well," he said, "Just know that I'll be keeping a close eye on you Ms. Michaels."

Jasmine said nothing as he left. She sighed and rested her head on her arms, stroking Tabitha's soft fur. Kirsten had spent over an hour and a half sitting in the interrogation room. She made no sound whatsoever and seemed very uninterested in whatever Coirwen and Roxanne had to say. Eventually they dismissed her and she was taken to the dungeons.

Castiel hadn't been doing too good. The doctors had barely managed to stabilize him. They say it was a miracle that he even made it to the hospital wing alive.

Aaliyah was even worse. She refused to speak to anyone and spent her time either sitting silently outside Castiel's room drowning in her thoughts and crying or raging and screaming through the hallways scaring everyone who was unlucky enough to be in her way.

Jasmine picked up Tabitha with a sigh and left the room and headed down to the hospital wing. A lot of the elites were also seated outside Castiel's room waiting for any updates on his condition. He was a pretty friendly and caring person therefore he had a lot of people who cared about him too. A few people glared at her as she entered and sent disgusted looks at her direction. Most people believed that Jasmine was involved somehow, and she couldn't really blame them either. Jasmine decided to get some water from the machine down the hall before going back. When she arrived at the machine, she found Aaliyah there. Hoping she hadn't noticed her, Jasmine was about to turn as quietly as possible and leave. But Aaliyah had noticed her.

"H-hey Jasmine," she greeted, her voice croaky.

Her eyes were bloodshot from all the crying and her hair was messy. She hadn't bothered to fix her smeared make-up either. She looked like a complete mess.

"Hello Aaliyah," replied Jasmine cautiously.

Aaliyah sighed.

"I guess I have some apologizing to do. I'm really sorry Jasmine. About what I said earlier today, I mean."

"Don't worry about it," said Jasmine, "It's okay, honest."

"No, it's not," Aaliyah shook her head, "I lashed out at you and said some pretty hurtful things when you were only trying to help. In fact, I should be thanking you. If you had arrived a second later..."

Aaliyah's breath hitched and she wiped at her eyes. Jasmine pulled her into a hug.

"I-I just don't want to lose h-him," sobbed Aaliyah, her tears dampening Jasmine's shirt, "I love him too much to even think o-of l-letting him go. I'm n-not ready to!"

Jasmine pulled away so that she could look at her.

"Castiel's going to be alright, Aaliyah. He's a fighter and he wouldn't leave something as important as you behind," said Jasmine comfortingly.