AUTHOR NOTES: SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER! I'm sure you'll see more of KLAVIEMA hints in the next one though!
Ema Skye woke up on the prosecutor's bed.
"Fräulein, you're up."
The detective shifted her eyes to the voice.
"What happened?"
"You passed out."
Ema tried to recall.
Did I?
Really?
"Why?"
"According to the doctors---"
"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa…doctors?"
Klavier Gavin nodded his head.
"Took you to the hospital."
"What did they say?"
The prosecutor smiled.
"That you were lucky I knew CPR?"
Ema's eyes widened.
"What the---?"
A smile spread across his face.
"Achtung, fräulein," he walked over to her and kneeled over the bedside.
"No matter how hard you look at it, I saved your life."
Ema squinted as if she couldn't see the man clearly.
The fop?
The fop saved my life?
IS THIS REALLY THE FOP?!
The blonde took her hand and slowly kissed it.
"Ja it's me, Klavier Gavin. No squinting."
The detective let out a small "Hmph," before she took back her hand.
"Well, what else did they say?"
Klavier paused and swallowed back.
He thought of his words and picked them carefully.
"They said…you'll be having these symptoms daily…and that you will be experiencing emotional changes and that---"
"What happened to me?" Ema cut him off before processing all the words.
"You're sick. Anymore words?"
"Ja," she copied his accent perfectly. "What caused it?"
"Fräulein, it's best you don't find out."
Ema was about to say, "But I have to know!" but shushed up.
He obviously didn't want her to get hurt right?
The brunette squandered her thoughts.
Ja, Skye.
He doesn't want you to know.
So…Achtung!
He won't tell you.
Ugh…Stupid German's rubbing off on me.
Plus, I bet he was enjoying that CPR time anyway...