Albert's index finger moved slowly on the trigger of the gun. He's already very experienced in murder, but what Albert thinks is how to trick Josh and make his decision feel reasonable?
However, he was suddenly aghast when he caught heat in his left hand lying near the blanket. Anas was holding his hand. Albert's fingers were almost numb from the cold and Anas's grasp created such a comfortable warmth, but there was something wrong with all of this. Which the girl's body temperature is that hot?
Slowly Albert got rid of the gun that was ready to shoot Anas's forehead into the nightstand. He looked down to look at Anas's face up close. There were grains of water around the girl's forehead, her breathing also looked irregular. Albert touched Anas's forehead using his index finger.
The girl had a fever.
"Peter?" In a state of half-asleep, Anas could feel the man's touch. The girl's eyes were still closed, her pale lips like she wanted to say something more but couldn't afford it.
Albert's finger went down onto Anas's cheek which also felt hot and at the same time, he felt the girl's grip strengthening.
"Scared," muttered Anas, as he continued to wring the finger of Albert's left hand.
The man glanced at the burger that he had just thrown away in Anas's room. Albert didn't expect him to almost kill the girl slowly.
"Afraid."
The girl suddenly grimaced, moaned, and sobbed without tears. Albert was confused, he was never ordered to take care of the sick. He also had no supplies of medicine.
"Afraid... Peter, please." Anas continued to repeat the same sentence without releasing the grip on Albert's hand. In the girl's dream, she was holding Peter's hand tightly and felt the warm embrace of the snapper even though in a life she never knew what Peter looked like. The shadows continued to roll in the dream, Peter increasingly away and disappeared, as soon as Anas saw himself sitting in the front seat of the car with his father, she stared at the increasingly darkened streets until the sound of explosions could be heard squealing in the ears.
Anas was crying. The girl's breath gasped and this time tears drenched her head pad.
"Please... Help me," quietly Anas, in a barely audible voice.
Albert understood Anas's condition. When he had a fever, nightmares always ruled his mind. He hallucinates and gives birth to the forms of fear he feels while living in a dream. Albert placed his right hand on the top of Anas's head.
"Don't die," said the man.
Albert could choose to leave Anas alone in her room and let the girl die slowly from fever and starvation, but he chose to let go of Anas's grasp and run to the nearest pharmacy.
Albert doesn't know why he did this. He could wait for the sun to rise, but his feet wouldn't stop stepping. Seeing Anas loosely unclear makes him unconsciously retract bad memories while he was still living in Japan.
It was too bad for him to forget his intention to kill Anas.
***
"Give it to her when she wakes up. You can also eat to relieve the stirring. Don't forget to warm up. You know how to use an electric stove, right?" Then George demonstrates how to turn the electric stove that is available in the kitchen of Albert's house.
"I've lived in America for 10 years," Albert said, folding his arms and leaning against the refrigerator.
"Yes, I don't think you know. Understandably, I've never seen you struggling in the kitchen even if you're good at knives," George said, then he removed the pink apron and hung it on the wall.
"I never thought I'd see a snapper-class robber cooking soup so deftly," Albert said, expressionlessly. He admits George always looked normal rather than himself and other Ladybug colleagues.
George smiled proudly. "Thanks to my ability to disguise myself as a chef, our mission to steal Jane August's necklace at Saturday Night restaurants can go smoothly."
"Oh, I didn't know you were on that mission," Albert said.
"Damn it!" George walked past Albert and pumped his buttocks on the sofa. "Josh loves you so much, Al. This house is so nice and big. If Josh had a daughter, maybe he wouldn't mind marrying off his son with you. ""
"It's only temporary and I have no intention of getting married." Albert joined the sofa.
George chuckled and looked at his partner intently. "So, how could the girl have a fever to nosebleed?"
Albert took a breath. "I don't know. All of a sudden she had a fever and a nosebleed as soon as I got home to buy medicine. I thought she died because of her blood, but she fainted. I can't take her to the hospital, so I called you."
"Why don't you let her die? Isn't that what you want, Al?" asked George, in a soft, but firm voice.
When he saw Anas lying full of blood coming from her nose, Albert was unable to contain his panic. He needed a person who had full awareness to deal with the situation at dawn and George was at the very top. Albert couldn't deny that he was afraid.
"If Anas dies, me too," Albert said, looking blankly at the tattoos on his left hand. He clenched his fingers, Albert could still feel the warmth from Anas's grasp.
"Are you afraid of dying?" George asked again.
He was afraid of Josh. The man is indiscriminate and dead at Josh's hands is by no means a pleasant choice even though he is the right hand of his boss.
"The girl seems to be Josh's new asset. I don't know where the sale value is, but Josh still insists he wants to make Anas money," Albert said, not answering George's question.
"Do you think selling Anastasia is the right choice?" George looked up.
Albert shrugged. "He is Peter William's brother. She should have been killed, just as Dahlia Nelson and Emma Sark had no blood relation to Peter. It would be easier to shoot the girl in the head than to sell it."
George nodded. Albert was cold-handed since he knew the man not for a second did Albert ever pity the targets. Sometimes George still harbors pity, that's why he prefers to explore the ins and outs of robbing rather than killing. Albert without hesitation pressed the trigger of the gun or brandished a knife even though afterward a splash of blood would contaminate the man's face.
"As soon as Anastasia wakes up, you should immediately feed her and take medicine. Stop giving her burgers or sandwiches, she must be bored and when I checked the soles of her feet, it was cold, Al. Give her socks and a thick blanket, it looks like she's cold. Oh yes, don't forget..." George said while continuing to tell him what Albert had to do to take care of Anas.
When George talked about blankets, he remembered the situation yesterday afternoon when Anas asked for an extra blanket and complained of the cold. Without realizing it, it may be that Anas has been feeling sick since that afternoon, but Albert could not realize it.
"Al, you should use your heart once for Anastasia," said George.
Albert didn't understand what George meant. He had forgotten how to use his heart.
"For what? Because she's blind? Honestly, she's too spoiled for a girl her age." Albert grabbed the television remote and set up the National Geographic channel.
George shook his head slowly. "You don't know yet."
Albert looked up. "Don't know what about what?"
"About Anastasia's identity."