Guilt is quickly eating Liberty up alive. He thinks if he runs quicker, maybe it wouldn’t be able to catch up with him.
“f**k…”
The devil’s head started spinning. He wasn’t quite sure if it’s because of the white walls of the hospital that remind him of the purity he once had or because of the exhaustion, triumph, shame of his confession combined all at once.
“How is she, doc?”
“She’s dehydrated but she’ll be fine.”
“When will she wake up?”
“A couple of hours…”
“Mmkay, how about Celestine?”
“We need to stitch a wound in her left knee but otherwise, but her vitals are fine too.”
Liberty’s crimson orbs bore upon the humans conversing in front of Naomi’s room. Tiffany and a doctor. It’s been about an hour since the girls were brought to the hospital, a little over two since the
