"Zayn, you need to rest."
He was out of his mind. Altering his brain with uncommon questions, only to find out that it was all useless at all.
He was shot on his chest, but not close to his heart that made him alive up until now.
Violet has many cuts bleeding from her arms. Doctor said that it was a bullet's shot.
And the investigations were now on, hoping that he'll know who's behind the incident.
A tap from his shoulder made him look away from the ceiling he was staring at and simply gave the person a look.
"I can handle myself, you should go home," was his answer.
Riel, with a bottle of root bear simply nod and sat at the chair across Zayn. Looking at his wristwatch, he sighed.
"It's one already. You haven't slept since yesterday, have you planned to not curse your body?"
Instead of answering, Zayn threw a question.
"Do you think it was one of our enemies that tried to kill me?"
"Are they after you? Have you questioned that to yourself?" Riel cut him off.
