Sequel to Magnificent
I opened the door and entered the room to find Riele on the bed, crying her eyes out. "Why are you crying Riele?" I asked in worry as I approached the side of her bed.
"Why me?" she choked out.
"Why what?" I asked confused
"My...
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Jace's POV
"We're here to see Riele Downs, can you please tell us which room she's in?" she said hurriedly. If I didn't understand or was aware of the condition currently, I would've assumed she spoke rather rudely at the nurse
The hospital was quite busy; Either with doctors running from one ward/room to another or other white coat clothed doctors yelling instructions at nurses.
Riele's POV
The door screeched open cutting me off and immediately the sounds of different feet scraping the floor reached my ears. I snapped my head over to the door only to find my friends standing there with their mouths wide open as if they just witnessed one of those myths our grandparents often told us, coming true
"Oh my God, Riele" Ella was the first person to break down. Before I could do anything, something obstructed my vision of the room as I felt arms around me, squeezing me tightly. The silent sniffles I heard made me realised who it was.
"Where's Lee and Daniel?" I asked to try and clear the dense air but as soon as the question left my mouth, the air became denser. Everyone had their mouths glued shut and their eyes driving away from meeting mine.
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Samuel's POV
I breathe in before mustering up enough courage to ring the doorbell. I waited for about two minutes before ringing it again but no one answer. I began to knock heavily on the door in hope that they'll hear me and open the door but nothing happened.
I huffed in defeat looking around the street before looking back at the door. "Where could they be?" I asked out loud.
"Good Morning. Who do you request for?" a voice asked behind me. I whipped my head a hundred and eighty degrees before coming face to face with a woman of about sixty years or there about. Her grey hair was packed in a brown beanie with a few strands peeking out of it.
Her red flare trousers blew left and right due to the slightly windy weather, which she accompanied with a white blouse with several necklaces jingling around her neck that seemed to compliment her pale skin. Her blue eyes were still staring at me, hoping I'd answer
