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Once inside the hospital, she made her to the emergency wing. She looked around for Emily, but she wasn’t there in the waiting room. Elle approached the desk where a rather pale woman sat- she looked as though she had seen a ghost. “Excuse me. Did a Conley Fuzzer come in?”

 

The woman looked at the chart on her desk. “Yes. He came in a few minutes ago. He and the woman he came in with were taken into surgery right away.”

 

Elle’s mind went blank when the woman spoke of Emily- she didn’t even hear whatever she continued to blather on about. She looked off behind the woman, staring at nothing.

 

The hit man was a scam.  

 

“Ma’am.”

 

Bryan’s still alive.

 

“Ma’am.”

 

I’ll kill him.

 

“Ma’am!”

 

Elle looked at the woman now, who looked rather impatient. “Huh?”

 

“You’ll have to wait over there.” She said, her voice irate. “The doctor will come out and update you soon.”

 

Elle nodded, still dazed, and now overflowing with anger. She went and sat in a chair next to some older man who was asleep, and snoring rather loudly.

 

She must have sat there for hours until someone came out and greeted her. “Hello. You are waiting to here about the Fuzzer’s?” The woman asked. Elle nodded quickly.

 

“They both suffered some extensive damage- there were several gunshot wounds. Do you have any idea who did this?”

 

“Several?” Elle asked. The woman nodded. Elle fell back into her chair. “Uuuh. A hit man. A hit was ordered on them.” The woman gasped, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. She then quickly turned and left, going to call the police.

 

Elle couldn’t help but sigh- there was no way the police would find them if Elle couldn’t.