Bed With In-laws
Preparing for funeral
The hospital hallway felt a little cramped for Darion. The wall in front seemed to move forward, ready to squeeze his body.
The man with his hands and clothes drenched in blood, sat leaning against the wall. Both of his eyes were focused, staring at the red patches in his hands.
"Master," said Drax.
But Darion did not look. He didn't even answer. His gaze was still focused with both of his hands, as if he did not want to divert them.
"They've finished cleaning Miss Zea's blood. Also check surveillance cameras on location and around." Drax tried to continue speaking even though Darion did not respond.
"A man in a hat went up to the 4th floor, around 12:45. Then, get out of the lady's apartment at 12:55. The man went up and entered through the balcony."
Drax was still standing, staring at Darion who was still looking at the blood on his hands. His gaze was nilar, straight ahead without caring about the surroundings. This was the first time, Drax saw Darion like that.
Drax walked over, then sat down beside Darion. Intending to appease the 45-year-old man, in order to be as wise as ever.
"I never knew how it felt. But you must rise soon. Miss is struggling inside, Mister should be."
Darion was still silent, at least a few seconds after Drax spoke. Until finally, he responded to the words of his flagship Right Hand.
"You're so chatty!"
Drax was neither angry nor surprised. He even raised both corners of his lips. There was a feeling of pleasure and pride that he felt. Drax took the tissue from inside his pocket, then handed it to Darion.
"It's been an hour. You and your men can only give this report?" darion said as he rubbed the blood on his hand.
"I want that guy in the morning! Bring it to me immediately!"
Darion stood up after giving Drax orders. Then he looked to the side, looking at the door that was right in the corner of the hallway. The operating room, where Zea was brought in an hour ago.
"I brought a change of clothes for you. Change clothes first, sir!" Drax presented the black paper bag that he had brought to Darion.
Darion looked over, looking at the man with a pus. He who did not want to go from there, finally recklessly took off the shirt and immediately replaced it on the spot.
He had just finished wearing a t-shirt, when a doctor and nurse came out of the operating room.
"Sorry, Mr. Darion. We try as hard as we can, but the patient is bleeding a lot."
Darion's hands clenched tightly. Along with two rows of teeth that tighten, until the veins in the temple and his forehead are clearly visible.
The man who had lost control reached out, about to grab the neck of the doctor who had just given him the news. However Drax who was standing nearby, immediately acted quickly.
"Don't be rash, sir!"
Darion frowned as Drax held his hand. The sharp gaze did not like to be directly directed at him. But instead of retaliating, Darion simply brushed aside. Then he threw his fist against the wall.
"Prepare the best place for him to rest! We'll have a big funeral in a minute!"
Darion turned around and left. While Drax was still standing there, looking at the burly man stepping away, hiding his reddened eyes.
He went towards the rooftop, staring at the twilight in the sky that looked beautiful. Then he closed his eyes, spread his hands and shouted loudly.
The wind that blew spread a bitter smell from the rest of the blood on his hands. Although faint, Darion was able to smell it well.
After shouting loudly and let out a little emotion and wrath of his heart. Darion took the phone out of his pocket, then contacted someone by the name of John.
"Hello Mr's. John, I need your help."
"Oh, Mr. Dario. I'm so happy to hear your voice. Please, tell me what you need."
Darion grinned for a moment, then continued his conversation. "Mrs. Ember Wilhold and Mr. Joe. I want all about them, 24 hours from now!"
"of courses. It's not a problem."
...☆TBC☆...
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Dah readyin sajennya, othor want breakfast first continue 😌😌