Alarmed by the blast Heather shoved the curtains in her living room aside. “Oh my God” she said shocked as she saw Meg’s body lying on the street. She ran outside, while she searched for her phone. When she realize she didn’t have it on her, she signed at a few passengers. “Don’t just stand there like some kind of idiots. Call 911!” she yelled angry.
She kneeled next to Meg and lifted her T-shirt. She turned away and covered her mouth. There was an awful lot of blood.
Five minutes later the ambulance was driving to the hospital. Heather searched through Meg’s purse and conjured her phone. She dialed Meg’s home number, so she could inform Cas. But there was no reply. After trying four times Heather put the phone back and searched for Meg’s keys. When they arrived at the hospital, Heather jumped out of the car and called for a taxi.
She didn’t bother ringing or knocking. She inserted the key in the lock and opened the door.
“Cas? Cas, where are you? Something happened to Meg. Someone shot her” she called. But no one answered and so she searched the house. The ground floor was clean and thus she ran upstairs to check all rooms.
“Cas?” she shouted again, before she opened the bathroom door. She bulged her eyes at the scene she just walked into.
Various empty medicine strips lay across the floor, there was vomit in the toilet and blood on the wall Cas lay against.
Heather hurried to him and lay her fingers in his neck to check if he was still alive. He was, but barely. She ran back downstairs and rushed to the phone to call 911.
She kneeled next to Meg and lifted her T-shirt. She turned away and covered her mouth. There was an awful lot of blood.
Five minutes later the ambulance was driving to the hospital. Heather searched through Meg’s purse and conjured her phone. She dialed Meg’s home number, so she could inform Cas. But there was no reply. After trying four times Heather put the phone back and searched for Meg’s keys. When they arrived at the hospital, Heather jumped out of the car and called for a taxi.
She didn’t bother ringing or knocking. She inserted the key in the lock and opened the door.
“Cas? Cas, where are you? Something happened to Meg. Someone shot her” she called. But no one answered and so she searched the house. The ground floor was clean and thus she ran upstairs to check all rooms.
“Cas?” she shouted again, before she opened the bathroom door. She bulged her eyes at the scene she just walked into.
Various empty medicine strips lay across the floor, there was vomit in the toilet and blood on the wall Cas lay against.
Heather hurried to him and lay her fingers in his neck to check if he was still alive. He was, but barely. She ran back downstairs and rushed to the phone to call 911.
