Matthew was staring at Diana and Jacob with that same smirk.
God, stupidity was real.
Neither Jacob looked at him nor did Diana.
He really didn't understand what the problem was! Were they embarrassed or angry at each other now?
A knock came at the door and the doctor entered.
/How are you? You did overreact too much, didn't you?
Diana stared at him without any reaction.
Everything in her mind was destroyed now.
Her only way out was broken.
How stupid she was. How naive.
She thought she could settle things that easily.
She thought to herself,
Imagine if you had run away! Where the hell would you go? They could find you as easily as drinking water...
/Can you tell me your name?
She looked at the doctor and cleared her throat.
-Diana!
/How old are you?
-Twenty and...
She hesitated,
-Twenty-three.
Why was her mind blank?
/Alright...
Have you had panic attacks before?
-Panic?
The man nodded.
She thought for a moment.
-Panic... once, when I was seventeen.
/What about after that?
-No... I mean, I don't know, I can't focus...
/No problem, don't bother yourself. It's because of the medication you've been given; you might feel a bit dizzy for a while and can't recall memories.
It seems you had a panic attack, but you managed to get through it anyway!
He scanned the room between Jacob and Matthew and then looked back at Diana.
/I recommend you definitely keep in touch with a psychologist or psychiatrist...Fortunately, the bullet didn't hit any vital organs, and you were lucky to only get injured.Is there anything you want to know?
She shook her head and softly thanked him.
Before the doctor left, the police came in and waited.
She stared at the police officer.
Could she say anything to him?
Did she even have anything to say?
She was the attacker. She was the one who had no one. She was the one who needed James's consent...
The police introduced himself and, to be polite and follow protocol, asked if she could answer his questions.
Then he asked about the relationship between the three of them and what had happened.
He glanced at Matthew.
Was he worried? Was he mocking or just nervous? or maybe scared of the police?
/Alright, Ms. Whitelock, do you have a complaint against Mr. Jacob Coldman?
Finally, she turned her gaze to Jacob, her head lowered.
Coldman? So that was his last name!
-Me?
She glanced at Matthew too, ready to swear that behind that worried look, the usual smirk and mockery were still there...