Chapter 122: The Artist X
3 hours later, Jackson Detectives Agency
Marco felt short of breath and dizzy while he stood leaning against the wall beside Levi’s office door. They were discussing the paintings and all the clues leading to the killer when he felt odd if he was honest, he was shocked by everything that the two had revealed to him. But he wasn’t shocked to the point that he was feeling it physiologically like he did then.
’What’s happening?’ he wondered, and then pain enveloped him completely.
Sam and Levi both looked at Marco; concern etched on their faces. The next second he collapsed to the floor in a thud while holding his gut, writhing in pain and his flushed face and neck dripping with cold sweat. He doesn’t know what was happening, but Marco knew something was seriously wrong with him.
Levi’s eyes widened at the bearded man’s state. The two ran at Marco’s side immediately. Both of them knelt on each side, "Tell me what’s wrong, Marco." Levi instructed, trying to get the man’s attention. While the redhead took the man’s hand, checking his vital signs, he was tachycardic and had shortness of breath. Based on the colour of his lips, he wasn’t getting enough oxygen in his system.
"It hurts, everything hurts," Marco stammered, a grimace clear on his face. His head was pounding, and he could feel the world spinning around him. Sam shot Levi an alarmed look, and they helped the man up to his feet. Marco groaned loudly, cursing after. They ushered him towards the backseat of the car, but before they could even reach it, the bearded man vomited on the pavement outside.
"You’ll be fine, Marco. We’ll get you to the hospital." Sam assured, getting him to the car. She loosens Marco’s clothes in the backseat of the vehicle while Levi drives.
The slicked blond’s eyes shifted from the road to the rearview mirror, worried for his best mate’s state. The bearded man was a tough bloke, so he can only assume that he must be in severe agony enough to get him to his knees.
Levi looked back on their day, his mind running 500 miles per second. At the same time, Sam ran all the possibility of his signs and symptoms in her head.
Appendicitis? No, he has constant pain, not rebound pain.
Gallstones?
Gastroenteritis?