Chapter 107: Why Is She Calling?
The hospital's sterile walls felt suffocating, the sharp scent of antiseptic lingering in the air.
Claire and Chris walked briskly through the corridors, their footsteps echoing in the quiet tension of the hospital wing.
The events of the day weighed heavily on them—Vanessa's escape, Emma's condition, the near-tragedy that had unfolded. Everything.
Once they got to the front desk at the lobby, they asked about Emma and after the receptionist had given them directions, they headed in the direction the receptionist had pointed.
As they approached Emma's ward, their eyes landed on Alex. He was pacing just outside the closed door, running a hand through his disheveled hair, his face pale and drawn with worry.
Though Emma was fine, he still couldn't help being worried especially she was alone recieving treatments.
The controlled, commanding presence Alex usually carried was nowhere to be seen. Claire looked at him and she couldn't help feeling sorry for her brother.
The moment he noticed them, Alex stopped pacing and turned towards them. His face softened for a second with relief but quickly shifted back to tension.
"Did you give your statements?" he asked, his voice hoarse as if he'd been shouting or—crying which he had been.
Claire nodded, exchanging a glance with Chris. "Yeah. The police said they'll be here soon to get Emma's statement too. As soon as she's stable enough."
Alex exhaled sharply and nodded, his gaze drifting back toward the closed door.