Missing
"So tell me Abbie, what exactly did you say after you saved him?"
"Um... let me think... Oh! I said exactly this... I think: Oh thank goodness! You're alive! Then that guy standing by the door said this: He's alive now, but he won't be for long, if you keep shaking him like that, Abbie." She Mimicked his deep voice, causing Angie to giggle some at the bad impression. "Then I stopped shaking his shoulders,"
"When did you start shaking his shoulders?" Angie questioned.
She blinked and paused, her mouth still open wide. "...Earlier!" She smiled brightly and tilted her head. "Then I said 'Oh! I'm so glad you're okay, mister N! I was so worried, I thought you weren't going to make it for a bit there!' Then mister N said something, but I didn't hear him. Then I said 'Oh, Mister N! I wasn't listen what did you say?' And then he asked me this: How did you find out who I was? And I told him this: You, mister N? Why, your not that hard to recognize. After all, you're only the most hated person in Unova!"
"Abbie that's not really poli-"
"Then I spread my arms really wide like this!" She said reenacting the scene.
"-te... And your not listening." Angie sighed.
"Then he said thanks. And I said 'Your welcome!' Oh, then Amie came in, and then you came in!" Abbie explained smiling wide.
"Thank you, Abbie. I guess your photographic memory can be put to use. I have to get back to work now." Angie stood from her seat and left the room.
"Welcome!" Abbie yelled after her. She smiled and returned to the front desk to check in and out patients.
Amie, rushed down the hall toward the staff room, slamming into the door when she turned the corner. Angie heard the noise and opened the door looking down at Amie, who was still on the floor. "Amie? You look panicked, is everything alright?" Angie asked setting down her tea.
"That guy in room 203, he's gone and so are his Pokemon!" Amie stumbled to her feet, pointing down the hall toward room 203.
"What? He flat lined just a little earlier today! How could he leave?" She screeched, grabbing her glasses from the side table. "Call Jenny, immediately!" She ordered, running out of the room.
Angie ran into room 203, seeing the empty bed, which was, oddly enough, made almost perfectly. There was a note on the bed. Angie ran over to the bed and picked up the note. "...Thank you?" She dropped the note and ran out as the fluttered to the floor behind her.
Angie stopped by the front desk to talk to Abbie, while Amie was on the phone. "Abbie," Abbie jumped at her sister's voice, dropping the papers she was holding. "Amie and I are going somewhere. We're trying to find something... Keep an eye on things around here, okay?"
Abbie let out a whine of protest, then opened her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by Amie, who ran in front of her, confronting Angie. "Sis, Jenny and Jenny, are both on their way here, to ask some questions. The others are searching for him."
"Good. Now all we n-"
"Excuse me, miss Angie Joy,"
"Yes?" Angie turned, trying to conceal her irritation.
"The patient in room 204..."
"What about him?" Amie interrupted, running her words together.
"H-... He's m-missing..." The intern, looked down, unsure of what to do.
"What? I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. There is no possible way we lost two patients in one day." Angie clinched her teeth together as Amie stood speechless, her mouth gapping.
"I-I'm sorry, there was nothing I could do. I just walked in and saw an empty room." The intern was new, and not a part of the Joy family.
Angie sighed heavily and pushed her glasses farther up the bridge of her nose. "Amie, stop gawking and call Jenny already. Abbie,"
Abbie was kneeling on the ground picking up the papers she had dropped earlier and humming.
"Abbie," She drawled until Abbie jumped at her name being called, dropping the papers a second time. "I'm afraid I have a few things to deal with here. You're going with Amie."
Abbie was staring wide eyed down at the pile of papers strewn across the floor. She sighed and lifted her head to look at Angie. "Got it." She agreed begrudgingly.