#Chapter15
---Detective boy and his little personal hurricane-03
The whole way, from the ER to the entrance of the hospital, people kept staring at the two of them as they walked. Nyx didn't seem to mind it, but James was starting to get extremely uncomfortable.
/"Where's your car?/" James asked Nyx. His voice was harsh and mean, so Nyx automatically got angry and refused to answer. Why collaborate with him anyway?
The look he gave her when he realized he wasn't going to get any answers from Nyx sent shivers down her spine. It was like looking at Death's scythe, knowing it would cut her head off.
James pushed Nyx's shoulder once more. He used more force this time, indicating that he wasn't in mood for this.
Nyx: I'M NOT IN MOOD TO GET ARRESTED!
/"I don't have one./" She spat the words.
