Surprise Visit
The door in the hospital was unlocked.
A dull, grey looking man walked in, this was a man who demanded respect, a woman strolling by his side, she was slim and tall, and she had strong cheekbones. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a green sweet and popped it inside her mouth. The man was Alan Blunt. He had been waiting in the foyer of the hospital and had been mildly interested when a strange looking doctor had entered Alex's room, he looked foreign, possibly Mexican or Italian. Alan Blunt had watched as the suspicious man had exited the room, taken his ID badge off, slipped it inside of his pocket and had gone through the door to the stairway. After an hour more of waiting, Alan had stood up and simply strolled to the door, flicked the lock and walked in. What he didn't expect would be to see the hospital room, minus the boy and his clothes. Alan muttered to the woman and she walked to the window, she looked out for a brief moment, turned back to Alan and slowly nodded her head. Alan put his fingers to hit temples, and when he looked down he saw the edge of a piece of paper poking out from under the TV. He crossed the room, the small heels of his feet echoing around the dull hospital recovery ward. He bent down, which is something you didn't see very often, Blunt wasn't one for physical exercise. He took the paper in his hand and pulled it from the TV table. He glanced at the woman, who we will now call Mrs. Jones, as he pulled the apart.
When he saw the photo, he smiled. But it wasn't a smile of surprise, or a smile of fear, but a smile of satisfaction. Mrs Jones joined his side and looked at the photo, she smiled too…
Alex stumbled along the rooftop. The stones dug into his feet, leaving bloody footprints. He reached the door to the stairwell and he yanked it open and slipped inside into the warmth. He took a minute to rub his limbs, trying to get rid of the numbness. Then he took to the stairs. He took them two at a time…
Alan Blunt and Mrs Jones had left the hospital. Mrs Jones was climbing into the jet-black limousine and Alan Blunt was conversing with the driver, he nodded in reply to Alan's words. Alan climbed into the back and the driver took his place behind the wheel. The limousine spluttered and grumbled, then they were off, driving around the corner and into the distance.
Alex was nearing the second floor when he crashed into someone coming the other way. Alex tripped and the two people came tumbling down the stairs. They crashed down onto the landing, breathing heavily. Alex pulled himself up and was about to continue running when a hand grabbed his leg. He turned and looked down at the figure that lay before him. It was the figure of a young girl, she was slim and had dark hair and was about fifteen years old, her beauty was stunning. She looked shocked…
"Sabina…" Alex muttered.
"Alex…" she muttered in return.