Undercover

Chapter 31

Martin's P.O.V

"I told you not to drag her in to this Williams! Now look what has happened!", I gritted out in anger.

The Director sighed.

"I know Martin. But, she deserves to handle this case. Infact, if not for her, we wouldn't have been able to catch more than a handful of criminals today", he replied sadly.

"But-"

I was cut off when we both heard the door to the room open.

"Doctor! Is she alright?", I asked her as my insides churned in worry.

The middle aged lady stopped on her tracks and smiled genuinely at us as her soft grey eyes reflected assurance.

"Luckily, there isn't any internal bleeding. Yet, her left arm is seriously injured. Fortunately, the bullet has only grazed her leg. So you've got nothing to worry gentlemen. She will be perfectly fine in a few days", the Doctor calmly explained to us with a reassuring nod.

"Oh thank God!", Williams exclaimed in relief.

I let out the breathe that I was unknowingly holding in.

"Will she wake up anytime soon?", I hurriedly asked before she could walk away.

"Oh I'm afraid not. The tests reveal that she was subjected to some mental pressure at the time of black out. Probably she was depressed. It would take her a couple of hours to wake up", the lady said and walked past us, throwing a small smile over her shoulder.

I looked at Williams to see that he was already looking at me, his eyes reflecting the same emotion as mine.

Sorrow

***

Emma's P.O.V

Owwww

I mentally groaned.

My head was throbbing like hell.

Damn! Did I drink last night or something? It seemed like I had a massive hangover. I tried to remember what I did, yet all that I could picture was black.

Pitch black.

Seems like I had taken more than a couple of shots, but that wasn't possible since I wasn't a fan of drinking.

I tried to remember again when something clicked.

Oh no!

I could feel the blood drain off my face as my heart beat rose.

Don't tell me that I slept with-

All the memories from the gun shoot came crashing down like an erupting volcano.

Oh thank God!

I sighed in relief.

I was savouring the moment when my mind froze, pausing the happy dance which I was mentally performing.

WAIT!

So where am I now?

Am I dead?

My eye balls would have literally popped out if my eyes had been open now.

I thought that dying wasn't so calm and peaceful. I mean don't you see angels and all that?

Let's checkout whether I'm really dead shall we?

I tried opening my eyes slowly, but to my dismay, the lids seemed to appear as if glued tightly together.