Chapter 29

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DIEGO WAS LAID down on the cushioned floor of the isolation room. He wasn't asleep nor awake because of the drugs they put in him. His senses were awake but his but his whole body was out cold. Much like a comatose.

Thus, he could feel the buzzing in his head. Almost like a voice. “Diego?” The voice called out, “Diego, can you hear me?”

He knew all too well whose voice was it that was up in his head. In fact, her voice was almost hard to forget when she keeps on lecturing him and Luther when they argue about nonsense. “Y/N? Is that you?” He asked through his head.

“Yeah, it's me.”  Diego was ecstatic to hear that was Y/N. If he wasn't practically paralyzed, he would've grinned by now. “It's good to hear your voice again, sis.”

“Couldn't agree more, dude.” He could feel the vibrations of her chuckles, tickling his brain. “So, where can I find you?”

“I'm in the main nuthouse of Dallas.”  Diego answered. He couldn't seem to remember what was the name of the institution. Seeing as he'd been isolated there long enough and he never lost his focus on saving he current U.S. president of 1963.

“Yeah, you have to be a little more specific there, buddy.” Y/N commented. She was planning on helping him breaking him out of there. Mainly to smack some sense into his head after finding out he was trying to prevent something that was meant to happen.

“Funny. I can't remember what the name of this hospital is.” 

The girl exclaimed a sigh, “Fine, I'll find it myself.”

With that, Y/N secured back the strap of her helmet and started the engine of the scooter. She revved the engine and rode away to find the mental hospital her brother was in.

While doing so, her mind drifted off to something that happened while she was conversing with Diego. She could've sworn she heard another voice contacting her through her telepathy.

That voice was calling out her name when she was talking to Diego. It was familiar to hear the ring of the voice as it somehow calmed her down when she was starting to stress out about her brother's imprisonment.

The problem was, it was all muffled since she was talking to someone else. She didn't know whose was it or what they were saying. The only thing she understood was her name.

Could it have been Five? She asked herself after she came to a halt when an old lady was walking through the pedestrian lane slowly. Feeling trapped in her pondering, Y/N began biting off the skin of her lips.

Was he trying to find me?

Where could he be now?

Her questions were left unanswered after the car behind her honked their horn. "Hey, lady! Are you gonna move or not?" A rude, middle aged man glowered.

The H/C haired girl didn't waste her time arguing with him and just drove away without a word.

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It had gotten dark when Y/N eventually found the place where Diego was in. She went through all 3 of them up until it narrowed down to what's in front of her.

"Alright, here we go." She muttered under her breath as it was time for her to do what her purpose was for going here. The girl looked around her surroundings, making sure the coast was clear to turn invisible. 

Now that it was all okay, she took a deep breath and shook her hands as a warm up and turned invisible. She jogged over the closed gate and climbed up all the way to the other side.

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