Ethan- An Open Heart Story

Chapter 8- Grace Lost

How interesting it was to find a purse in an area chocked under the smoldering fire?

No very especially when your partner was very distracting.

Mind you all, I was very damn well focused on my mission but on every step she had to point at something and then pull me there to check. Charlotte held her phone using it as a flashlight and looked around as if she was trying to locate a secret passage for El Dorado.

....on the other hand there was though a secret passage.

A few minutes after shifting our location, she approached me again and said, "Dr. Ramsey, lets look in the direction Rafael brought Dolores on the stretcher."

"Who is Rafael?" I asked even though I knew. She rolled her eyes, "The paramedic who brought Dolores from the building. He must be here somewhere."

I crossed my arms and glared at her, "First name basis with the paramedics, aren't we."

None of your damn business!

She frowned at me, "I am going to work at Edenbrook for three or more years maybe. Its pleasant enough to make acquaintances with the employees."

I looked away and moved without a reply. The road was still crammed with the ambulances and fire trucks but at least they weren't beating their siren songs to keep the whole neighbourhood awake. Though this massive devastating blow would keep every soul awake for the whole night.

The air was warm when it touched my skin, heated by the angry fire which still made no implications to die down. Two storeys were still burning even with the effort of almost ten fire trucks. The reason for the fire wasn't figured out yet. All will be done after they brought it down for good. But till now thirty people were dead. More than fifty severely injured that we had to transfer some them to Mass Kenmore because we were full. Many with non-threatening but painful injuries.

It was one of the most deadliest accidents of Boston here.

The city gleamed on the other side where the road met the highway. Police had cleared all the civilians away so that they wouldn't prove as hindrance ahem-they always were hindrances. Hundreds of flashing lights illuminated the region and our hospital began packing to move back. It was past midnight and the patients were now transferred back to Edenbrook.

While searching, a thought came over. I had learnt a good deal of history. It was one of my favourite subject to be honest. Troy for example, when the Greeks tricked them as God's gift, not even Poseidon could save them. Inside. Always look wherever things will strike and the first point would be from within.

So, what should be done to locate a minuscule purse in this region?

I closed my eyes and let them adjust to my darkness and then opened to the night's blackness. Everything felt illuminated from the fire's blaze, each segment of the ground highlighted like the day and shades of orange and yellow. There were closed areas where no object rested while the pavement which followed the route was as plain as possible.

My eyes then landed on a ground bit lower.

The storm drain.

There it was.

The purse was inside it.

I turned back and called Charlotte, "Look, there in the storm drain!"

She whirled her attention towards me and looked below where I was pointing while making her way towards me with coughs erupting from her chest. Her figure looked so fragile in this scape that even light coughs were making me wince to think that she would be in pain. This place was health hazard.