Trish and I stare at each other in silence. The question still lingers in the air. The only sound in the room was the soft tick of the clock. We were wasting time. "Something is wrong with her blood." I say slowly. "What do you mean something is wrong with her blood?" Trish says with rage in her eyes and tension in her voice. Before I could respond, someone burst through the door ans shouted, "One survived!" Trish and I share glances and run towards the car to head to the hospital.
"Who made it?" I asked the CIA member at the hospital. The place was guarded. "Mia Green, but she's unconscious." the broad CIA man said. We walk to the smooth oak desk. A woman with red hair pulled into a ponytail sat behind the desk reading a magazine. She looked over the rim of her glasses at us. "Can I help you?" she asked rudely. "Were here to see Mia Greens." Trish says with the same tone. "I don't like your tone miss." the woman says with snip. "Well It's how you sound bitch." Trish says. "Ok that's enough. Lady were here with the CIA now if you don't let us through, we will have you arrested for interfearance of the investigation." I say looking at her with an evil glance. She looked stunned. Nobody talked to her that way obviously. "She's down the hall, second door on the right." she says pointing to the hallway. Trish and I walk down the hall to the door. There was a board lon the door listing her name, date of birth, and the doctor's name.
We walk inside and sit quietly in the chairs. Mia rest in the bed as if she was dead. Her hair exploding over the pillow and her pale face in the mist of it. "So what were you going to tell me in the office?" Trish says breaking my thoughts. "There's something in her blood that we can't identify. We've never seen anything like this before in history." I say. Trish was in state of shock. Her green eyes were wide. "How do they not know what's in her blood? When she was born, they had to find her blood type! How do they not know this?!" Trish say with a hiss. Rage in her eyes. "That's the thing. She has no medical record. It's like she doesn't exist." I say looking at Trish. Trish sat there in a state of shock. The room fell into silence. We sit there looking at Mai.
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The Attack
Mystery / ThrillerA group of friends are staying at a condo with different dreams, but were shattered after a mysterious murder takes place in their condo. Who would have done such a thing? The remaining friends try to solve the puzzle and find the murderer, along th...
