As Ewan hurried to the hospital's address, which Alfonso had texted him earlier, he hoped for their sake they weren't playing around, just like before, because he was not in the mood for their antics.
However, when he walked into the ward, and saw Fiona in a miserable state, with an oxygen mask over her nose, and her slit wrist in Alfonso's hands, he stopped short, as his heart began another troubling beat.
He placed his hand on his chest to calm it down. What was with these women trying to give him a heart attack? Did he wrong a woman-god in his past life?
"How is she doing?" He finally asked as he stepped into the ward fully, and stood by Fiona's bedside.
"According to the doctor, she will survive this. But that's not my problem, Ewan. My problem is knowing what had caused this in the first place? What would cause a young vibrant girl to commit suicide?"
Alfonso shook his head tiredly, wondering why he was hit with bad news at every turn.
