Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

28: James Stetson and Whitney Carmilla Walker

#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!

Haz gave a rough breath. It had been almost an hour they waited there, but did not come out the doctor on duty from there. She bit her lower lip, trying to calm herself down.

Ting!

Whisk's phone in his little sling bag was ringing aloud. Haz immediately took it out and stared at the phone screen, reading the caller's name. Senor Carmilla💕, as shown on the screen. The woman immediately understood why there was a sign of love behind her. Formerly, he must have been someone who was favored by Whisky Woods, his inner self.

Haz picked him up immediately. "Hello?" he said in a friendly tone.

"Oh, You're Whisk's girlfriend, aren't you?—Oh, aren't you Whisk's girlfriend?" ask the voice of the woman across there. Instead of asking about the state of the Whisk, he was more curious about a Hazelia Lify.

"I'm not, Senor. Pardon, I'm Hazelia Lif"

"Hazelia Lify!?" cut Milla.

"Em, Senor, do we know each other?—Em, Senior, do we know each other?" ask Haz confused.

"You'll know soon!—You'll know soon!" the voice across there was happy.

Haz could even hear the woman say, "Honey! I'm calling with Hazelia now! Do you believe?—Honey! I'm on the phone with Hazelia right now! You believe?"

What's wrong with me? inner Haz was confused.

"Ehem!" milla Deham. "I'm Whitney Carmilla Walker. You can call me Milla. So, where are you now?—I'm Whitney Carmilla Walker. You can call me Milla. So, where are you now?"

"Hospital on the Major Arterial Road—Hospital on protocol street," replied Haz.

"Okay. Me and my hubby will be there soon. We're on the airport now. See you, Miss Hazelia. I do know you're Resplendent Nephila. Whisk told me 'bout it. I can't imagine sitting there and have a nice conversation with you!—Alright. My husband and I will be there soon. We are at the airport now. See you, Miss Hazelia. I know you're a Nephila Resplendent. The whiskey told me about it. I can't imagine sitting there with you and having a great conversation!"

"See you too, Senor Milla—See you too, Senior Milla," said Haz Parau.

Click!

Phone's closed.

"Who?" ask Jel.

"One of the Senior Whisky Woods. He asked where the hospital was, "Haz replied.

Brak!

Finally the door to the ER room opened after an hour of waiting. There appeared a male doctor who was still wearing a mask and gloves full of blood.

Jel turned her body. The woman was really scared by the name blood. He could even remember the first time he had a blood test done in the school laboratory. His face was deathly pale, his head immediately swirled like he had just played a dizzying game.

"Doc, how's the patient doing?" ask Haz.

"The situation is not so severe, it's just that the patient lost a lot of blood. Blood from patients is also difficult to find" replied the doctor.

"I can donate my blood, Doc," Alkaf and Haz said.

"Hazelia, you're a woman! Let me be" said Alkaf.

The doctor walked through the three of them.

Alkaf holds Haz's shoulder. "There's not gonna be anything. Once the donor is done, just wait for Whisky Woods to open his eyes. If he doesn't open his eyes, I'll beat him up" said the bespectacled man chuckling, then immediately passed from the face of Haz and Jel.

Haz sat down on the bench again. He let out a rough sigh and cupped his face using both of his palms.

Jel sat down next to Haz and patted her on the shoulder. "Don't say you want to blame yourself again" he said on target.

"How can I not blame myself, Liulaika Jelkesya?" ask Haz. His voice was as if he was going to cry again.

"There's no need to blame yourself like this, my dear sister." The voice of the woman Haz had heard on the phone now echoed in her ear in English.

Haz looked up at a woman in casual, yet polite clothes, walking closer to him with someone who.

James Stetson, Inner Haz. Turns out Whisky Woods recognized the leader of The Phantom. And he ...

"Senor Milla?" ask Haz confused.

Stared at the woman named Milla from top to bottom. Beautiful, he thought. However, Haz felt strange with both of his gray, almost white eyes. At that time, it could be immediately concluded by him that Milla was a blind man.

It's weird, he doesn't even need a cane as a blind, inner Haz. Unless it .... I have to make sure of this myself.

Without any cue or speech from Haz, he got up from his seat, then did a high kick that was easily fended off by Milla.

"Hazelia's Lify! What are you doing!?" jel asked half-screaming. If only he had forgotten where they were, he would have let out his pent-up golden voice.

Oho! Right I thought, Haz lowered his leg. "No wonder" he said. "The first disciple my grandfather ever told me was you, Senor Milla."

"You mean Teacher Wen?" milla asked who was greeted by a nod of the head by Haz. "In addition to famous writers, it turns out you are also a student of Master. This is so great!" fun.

"Introduce in-"

"James Stetson," cut Haz. "your husband. Let me guess, getting married because one thought the tragedy was funny and the other was afraid of being stabbed by his wife, "the long-haired lady was right.

"How do you know?" ask James Stetson. His face was flushed red withstanding his hue and embarrassment. "But that's not entirely true. Ak-"

"Want to tell her at the right time, but the tragedy hastened your marriage, didn't it? There's no right time for you if the tragedy doesn't happen, sir," Haz shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders pretending not to understand what her own mouth is saying.

"Hubber?" james could not believe what his ears were hearing. My ears are broken, he thought.

"Sherlock Holmes" replied Haz briefly.

"Your face looks brighter now" whispered Jel beside Haz.

"Oh yes, this is Liulaika Jelkesya. He helped move Whisky Woods a lot to this hospital." Haz introduces Jel to James and Milla.

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Liulaika!" Milla reaches out her hand and is held by Jel at Haz's behest.

James did the same.

"So, what happened to Whisky Woods?" milla asked seriously.