Hello, My Name Is: Death
We got back into the car, shed off the lab coats and masks, and left the hospital. It was 11:57 a.m. and I was exhausted from all the nervousness I felt.
"That was fun." Shropee said.
"What?" Tabra said, and they started talking about the pro's and cons of the hospital event.
"Are bạn okay?" I asked Jerek.
"Yea, why wouldn't I be?" Jerek answered.
"You don't know do you?' I asked.
"What is it?" He said.
"I shouldn't have đã đưa ý kiến anything itll later..."
"Cyd! Tell me." He looked at me.
"I saw Verona. She was just down the hall from room 26. I thought bạn knew."
"Oh..." He looked out his window, and I heard Tabra and Shropee stopped talking.
"Verona was in the building?" Shropee asked, looking at me through the mirror.
"Y-yes." I answered. "Ethan has everything under control though."
"She's in a hospital full of lâu đài wiccans! Don't bạn see how dangerous that is!?" Shropee was a bit ticked.
"Yes, but...how was I suppossed to know they took her to that hospital?" I said.
"You should have told me, we could have done something to transfer her. Now, we have to wait until we get back to the Alliance and I'll call him."
"I'm sorry." I said. "I didn't know."
"It's okay." Jerek put a hand on my shoulder. "It's not your fault."
"I have an idea." Tabra looked at Shropee who was waiting for him to talk. "Why don't we take care of her at the Alliance?"