Don't Say I Didn't Tell You So

Chapter 5

Hello all! Look i wrote the draft to this chapter 8 weeks ago, but i got side tracked by Game of Thrones, the game Kingdom of Amalur and Gundam 00 season 1 and 2. But that's not all, my dad lost my note pad that had all my chapters in it. That was about 6 weeks ago, so even if i felt like writing i couldn't. But i do appologise to all readers.

Hope you like this chapter.

Pic of lexi's green eyes (man, i'm running out of things to show you right now...)

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Chapter 5

Detective Wattson’s P.O.V

The white wall oppressed any happiness one might have. All around me people cried with relief, happiness at life being born and people crying with dead eyes, as their loved one left the world. Hospitals bring out all of the emotions in someone.

Too often do I see people wanting to end it all on the spot in this place, and I really do want to help them. But I’m just a stranger, it’s not like I can do much but say I’m sorry for their loss. I made my way past all of the swirling emotions and up to the front desk, the receptionist.

“I’m here for Jake Hareque,” I said to her.

“Are you a friend or family of his?” she asked me.

‘Yes, I’m a good friend of his and it has really been worrying me so I hurried over.” She looked at me in sympathy.

“Don’t worry Darling, he’s in good health and is currently in room E504, which is just on your left when you come out of the elevator.”

“Thank you,” I said nodding to her politely, before walking over to the elevator. I pressed the going up button, making it glow orange. When the metal doors opened for me, I quickly walked into its stainless steel interior, making sure that I passed a gentle smile at the lady receptionist. Her cheeks grow hot with dark red.

I pushed the fifth floor’s button, chuckling softly to myself as I went up. That people is the easiest way to get into a hospital. Soon enough the doors popped open with a bing and I trudged my way down the hall stopping at the door, which read E504. Sliding the sliding it open and striding in, trying to be as noiseless as possible.

“Good afternoon, I’m Detective Wattson,” I stuck my hand out for him to shake. The man now in front of me had bandages all up his chest and bruises cover him head to toe. He took my hand gingerly and shook it.

“Hello Detective, my name’s Jake,” he grinned a little bit.

“I’m here to ask you a few questions.”

“Of course you are,” he growled at me, his happy demeanour changing rapidly into annoyance. “All they ever want to do with me is ask questions that I don’t want to answer.” I snapped my mouth shut and looked coldly at him.

“Look, we can do this one way or another, but in the end we both know that I’m going to get the answers I want, whether you want me to know them or not,” I said coolly. Jake grinned at me happily again, I nearly jumped when I saw his mood change.

“Sorry about that Detective, I had to see if you were the real thing. Mostly I get people like that in here who can’t handle someone not cooperating with them.”

“Ok? So are you going to answer my questions happily now?” I asked him, still unsure if he was just pulling my leg for the fun of it.

“Lex Major.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Not what, who,” he corrected me. “And trust me everything you’re looking for is attached to her.”