THIEF OF BREAN (VOL-1)|✓

SCARLET SCREAMS- XXX

Archangel Miuseppe, the Goddesses Sofian... Carl sent his prayers to all who reminded him of health and wellness. At one point though, halfway through the hospital, he had thought that Lily had died. It was miserable. He had seen many dead bodies. People killed in all the awful ways possible. But this was the first time he had sat along a dying person and watched her fight for life.

"Do you think she'll make it?" he asked the nurse in charge.

"Yes." She smiled kindly. "The wounds weren't that deep. But she has other complications. We are going to keep her in close observation through the night. Hopefully, she will start to recover by then."

Carl thanked her. He pulled a chair and sagged into it, exhausted.

The nurse who was about to leave paused and walked to him in concern. "Are you okay?" she asked. He nodded. But she knew better.

"Except that you don't look okay?"

Carl pinched the bridge of his nose as the sharp throbbing on one side of his head worsened. "I am fine."

"Men always say that."

"Can I get some naproxen?"

She stepped over to a counter and brought a blood pressure gauge. "Have you been getting enough sleep?" she asked him in a caring tone as she prepared the cuff around his upper arm.

"Yeah... yes."

"Except your eyes don't say the same."

Carl blinked. He had no idea what his eyes looked like. He did not know if it was the exhaustion or the effect of the hops overdose on the other night.

"Work is just an excuse. The truth is people are too lazy to take care of themselves," the nurse added.

Carl spoke nothing. He sat and stared at the rising mercury as she inflated the cuff.

"Is, is everything good?" he asked when she released the cuff from his hand.

"Yes, well, there is a mild rise than the normal. You could say stress." She leaned forward and examined his eyes. "Anything else you would like to tell?"

"Light headache."

"I'll write you naproxen. But what you really need is good food and sleep." She slipped behind the counter smoothly and wrote down the prescription.

Pocketing the chit, Carl walked out of the hospital to the parking. As expected, Balin's rickety Bloomander was gone.

Lily had said she saw someone. Carl couldn't wait to find the answers. But the headache was becoming unbearable. Maybe a good sleep was what he needed after all. It was time to take a break from the chaos inside his head. He walked to the mailroom in the hospital and penned a quick mail to Giles about the incident. Then he sped out to the streets and boarded a taxi to Governor's estate.

However, over reaching the estate he had changed his mind. It would be foolish of him to sleep off when things were getting out of hands. So, instead of the cottage, Carl made it straight up to Osanne's cabin. He was very decided on one thing-if he was not going to find them back there, he was going to issue them a warrant.

However, Balin and Osanne, both were present at her cabin, more like, they were waiting for Carl to turn up.

"We left because Osanne was hurt and was bleeding," he told him in a deep, disgruntled voice.

Carl grunted. "You have been away from the patrol for quite a long time, Sentinel. You should be leaving. While I have some things cleared up with Osanne."