Chapter 727: It was over
The saying that the first was always the hardest proved to be true.
"Goodbye, Allen." Sven looked away from the patient, inserting the needle into the injection port. His thumb settled on the end of the syringe, and he exhaled before pushing the medication inside.
It was strange how calm he felt. Considering how his anxiety had been gnawing at him for days, this calmness felt almost addictive. Even though he knew what he was doing was wrong — a crime — he didn’t care anymore.
Once the syringe was empty, Sven gazed at the IV bag. His lips quivered as they twisted into a grin, his eyes tinged red as tears of joy welled up. Looking back at Allen, he felt his eyelids droop with a heavy satisfaction.
"Haha..." he laughed quietly, shaking his head as he looked at Allen. He reached out, flicking Allen’s forehead gently. "Hey, I’m sorry, man. Now, just... rest in peace, will you?"
He squinted as relief washed over him. It was finally over. Tonight, he would finally sleep in peace—a thought that filled him with a profound relief he hadn’t realized he craved.
All he had to do now was leave without getting caught.
"Right." He breathed out, tucking the vial into his pocket, and quickly picked up the tray. Panic and nervousness started to creep back into his heart, but knowing he had gotten in without a problem gave him a small boost of confidence.
"Ahem!" He cleared his throat, turning his back on Allen. He stared at the door, taking a step, only to freeze at the sound of an emergency alarm blaring outside.
A deep furrow formed between his brows as his heart raced. Then he remembered how he’d gotten these clothes and the vial for Allen’s injection.
"Is this...?" he murmured as the door abruptly opened.
Sven tensed up, shoulders tightening.