[ONGOING]Crimson Heroes (Ikarishipping)

CHAPTER 15

Chapter 15

"Miss Berlitz, is everything fine?"

The world around Dawn sunk as everything seized and crumbled down to cold nothingness. She slowly looked back down on the notebook rechecking, maybe, just maybe it was the concussion and she misread it.

'Zoey McMillan – dead'

"Miss Berlitz?" Volkner called out to her a second time. His voice echoing more sympathetic.

"I am so sorry." He bowed his head apologetically. "If only I'd done a proper job. This wouldn't have happened."

Dawn suddenly felt her hands grew warm. She realized it as more tears started blotting the back of her hands. She felt them slide down past her cheeks all the way down dripping on Volkner's notebook in a warm drizzle. She silently handed it back to him.

"S..sh..she...my..be..best..fri..friend." She croaked, with her eyes still raining down tears. "Ca..can..I..see..see..her?"

Volkner composed himself and hid the notebook back in his pocket. "I'm sorry Miss Berlitz. But we, the GAS, have a special facility for devil victims and cases like these. These victims are to be quarantined in these facilities in order to avoid contamination. They are to be isolated. It's a safety protocol. I'm afraid we can not let you see your best friend." He handed her a handkerchief. "At least not for now."

Dawn blankly stared back the window seeing the clouds grazing lazily across the sky. The gentle breeze drying her leftover tears like a mother's caress.

She could not help it. Dawn strongly felt unnerving and stabbing pain deep down her heart, an inner voice inside her head telling her that it was partially her fault why Zoey was no longer here. Despite the lack of logic, she was inwardly convinced that it was her fault. She deeply believed she could have done something.

She silently mourned like she has never mourned before.

As Volkner was about to speak something, the nurse came in with Dawn's daily medication.

"Miss Berlitz, can I just call you 'Dawn'?" She smiled as she placed her medicine on the bedside table.

Dawn nodded and wiper her tears.

"So, uh, Dawn." The nurse started. "Your doctor, that is Dr. Blaine Thornton, said that you should be resting here for a whole month to fully recover from the trauma that happened last week. He'll be running some test to see your well-being as well as with the other survivors. He asked you to stay here for such a period of time before he can permit you to go back home."

"How many have woken up so far?" Volkner asked the nurse.

The nurse made a worried face before answering. "Out of the ten survivors only two have woken up yet."

This made Dawn perked her head up.

"Speaking of!" The nurse clasped her hands happily. "The other survivor has been waiting anxiously for you ever since he woke up three days after the incident. I'm guessing you two are friends?" She asked Dawn.

"Na..name?" She croaked, trying to wail her half-paralyzed arms.

"Kenny, he says." The nurse smiled. "Kenny Summers."

As soon as the nurse said the name, Kenny came busting in the door with his metallic IV stand. "Deedee!" He yelled. He quickly settled beside her, hugged her and cried. "Thank you so much for waking up! I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if you hadn't!"

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you!" He cried. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry! I truly am..."

"I'm..so.. happy Kenny. You..are..okay." Dawn returned back the hug and cried too.