"Are you sure, Per?" Clair asked, a hint of anxiety in her voice.
"I'm certain. He was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. We tracked down the person responsible for the parcel delivery. Turns out, he's just a delivery guy who made an innocent mistake. And there really was a Zion Olander residing in room fifteen of the apartment building. He happened to be at his friend's house when the fire erupted. The explosion originated from a gas cylinder in room fourteen. Investigators determined it was a gas leak. Sadly, the elderly woman living there lost her life. It was all just a tragic accident," Per explained, her tone conveying confidence.
Clair let out a sigh of relief. "How is he, Fil?"
Filbur rose from the bed and made his way to the nearby small table, where he began putting his belongings back into his weekender bag. "He sustained numerous burns on his face, neck, hands, and thighs. He also inhaled harmful smoke from the fire, causing irritation in his airway. I've applied my new salve to treat his burns; they should be fully healed in just a week. I've also given him medication to alleviate the inflammation in his airway. Let him continue to breathe oxygen until he regains consciousness. He'll be all right... I had a hunch I'd see this boy again." He glanced at Clair and Per, a smirk playing on his lips.
Clair sat on the edge of the bed, gently smoothing Zach's blanket.
"Thank you for coming here, Fil," Per said with a small smile.
"Glad I could," he replied. He zipped up his bag and leaned back against the table, glancing around the room. "So... how do you like this place?"
He let out a quiet breath, then added, "It's a shame about my friend, Dr. Pierre Collymore. He became so consumed by his work that he started to see death as something... fascinating."
Straightening, he lifted his bag and adjusted its strap. "I'll be nearby," he said, his tone softer now.
Without another word, he turned and quietly left the room.
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The next morning, Zach awoke to find himself in an unfamiliar room, immediately realizing he wasn't in his own. The sight of the oxygen mask on his face jogged his memory about the events at the apartment building. As he lay there, staring at the ceiling, another memory surfaced, causing his heart to race and a gasp to escape his lips. Doubt crept in as he questioned whether it had all been a dream, despite a strong sense of its reality. Amidst the confusion, one thing was certain, he needed to see her. Lost in thought, he barely registered the quiet opening of the door until the faint creak broke through the silence, startling him and snapping him back to reality.
"Hey, you're awake!" Per said with relief, with Ark standing behind her. She approached him and perched on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling? Blink once if you're okay, twice if you need help."
Ark interjected, "He's not in bad shape enough for that."
Zach lowered his oxygen mask. "Where is she?"
Per let out a silent sigh as she glanced at Ark, her uncertainty evident on her face.
"Go on. Tell him where she is," he urged her quietly.
Per glanced at Zach again, uncertainty still lingering on her face. "Are you ready to see her now? You can take your time to recover. You had a really unlucky day yesterday." Her voice carried a note of concern.
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Divine & Wicked: The Strayed Memories (Book2)
Fantasy(Fantasy•Romance) COMPLETED Zach awoke a few days after his surgery, his mind foggy and his heart empty, as though his life had been reset. He moved through what he believed was his normal routine, unaware that fragments of a forgotten past were slo...
