Chapter 68: Murder of the 15th XIII
(Continuation.)
Levi sighed, he truly misses the redhead. He finds it troublesome at times having to dumb down for people.
"But the attack, Rona, Mo!?" Marco asked the blond, confused at the revelation.
Levi rolled his eyes, why can’t a man, considered to be intelligent in ordinary people’s standard be incapable of putting 2 and 2 together?
But then again, GP’s are like the dullest kind of doctor. Can’t be helped, Levi thought.
He turned to his friend, "Everything’s real, Marco. The attack happened, the only lie in my statement was finding her dead in the tub. I did find her, but she wasn’t dead. She pulled the drain, and successfully saved her life." Levi said, recalling seeing the soaked redhead rolled to her side inside her tub. She wasn’t breathing, but she did have a pulse. A very weak pulse.
He gave rescue breathing, successfully helping the redhead cough up most of the water in her lungs. Although, from what he learned after, she flatlined for 72 seconds in the ambulance. Something about the drug in her system slowing her heartbeat to a point that it stopped completely.
But they were able to revive her. Although she was assumed brain dead by the tests done afterward.
Then Marco shifted to Levi, he remembered everything the blond psychologist did, the way he reacted. That was too real.
"But you cried here, Levi," Marco muttered. Levi snorted,
"Don’t be absurd. I was acting!" He denied, but Marco was unconvinced. That was real. That was the most real he’s seen the blond be.
"Didn’t seem like acting to me," he commented, which Levi ignored.