Liberoses
#34: Statements
“Bring Grace home. Call doctor Albert. I'll find that team.” Davila turned to the windshield and then passed away.
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Grace doesn't know what to do. He can only sit quietly in the back seat of the car, while staring at the back nanar Davila's increasingly distant, until no longer visible.
His eyes looked at his right hand. There was still blood dripping. She wet her skirt, but she could not feel pain.
There was only one name spinning in his brain. Davilais.
Various questions had appeared to fill his brain, but he was reluctant to ask. This is not a good time to ask.
In silence, Hans turned his head, he understood, Grace must be confused, confused, anxious, and afraid. The man in full suit squeezed his hood.
“Nona, lord Davila will be fine,” Hans said, breaking the silence. Grace turned her head then smiled, a forced smile that Grace would often singging if she was agitated.
“How do you know he'll be okay?” Lirih Grace, made Hans speechless. He wanted to respond but he knew the answer would make Grace even more clueless. So he chose silence.
“Why did you buy such a small size?” Davila glanced at the cup that Grace was carrying, the girl looked at Davila in disbelief.
“This is enough for me, you know?” Grace said annoyed, then put the ice cream cup on the table.
Grace closed her eyes, the shadow of the incident swirling in her brain, as if intentionally tormenting her even deeper.
“There is something in your hair, ” Davila said while pointing a pinch of hair near her ear, Grace raised one eyebrow in wonder, as she moved her hand to look for “something” that Davila meant.
DOR!!
The girl took her bag, looking for the pill she used to consume, sweat started pouring down her temples.
“What is pain?” Whisper Davila slowly, he pulled up his shirt and then used it to wipe away the blood. Grace looked up, her body trembling in fear, with reddened eyes. The girl slowly shook her head.
“T—no..—aku.” He did not continue to say, making Davila more convinced that Grace was afraid. This is the first time for Grace.
Quickly, Davila moved to hug Grace, calming the girl down.
Until the car stopped in front of the mansion, Grace's consciousness was still drifting away. With one name that spun on his head nonstop. Davilais.
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A man in a doctor-style white suit entered Davila's room slowly, the man opened the door and found Grace just sitting on the bed with her eyes blank.
“I'm fine, It's just.” Grace looked at her right hand.
“Little wounds.” Then, look at Hans. The man in the white coat walked over.
“But if not cleaned, will cause infection, miss.” The man said as he approached, he opened his media box and then looked for the tools he needed.
“And Mr. Davila will be angry if miss is not treated,” The Doctor continued, Hans passed out of the room, closing the door.
Grace refused no more. He just kept quiet, letting Doctor Albert clean his wound.
“What Davila will be okay?” Grace muttered involuntarily, making the doctor turn his head. He smiled a little.
“I am the family doctor De Gavellyn, my father used to be his papa doctor Mr Davila,” The doctor said slowly, making Grace turn her head. He was waiting for the continuation of Albert's story.
“This must be the first time for a lady to be involved in this kind of thing, but—” Albert was silent, flinching between continuing or not the story. Grace moved her hand slowly, making the doctor sober.
“Why stop? Continue,” said Grace slowly, but Albert remained unmoved. Wrestling with his own thoughts, before finally he continued to clean up Grace's wounds.
“Nona won't want to hear it,” Reply that Doctor, Grace frowned.
“I want. Continue your story, doctor.” Replying Grace quietly, Albert raised his head for a moment.
“This is not the first time Mr. Davila has been involved in this kind of problem. Usually, it's a hitman who deliberately targets people close to Mr. Davila.”Albert finally opened his mouth, giving a fact that Grace never knew.
The girl stared, her whole body as if she could not move.
“J—so..?”
“Mr Davila is familiar with this situation, miss. So believe me, that he must be back.” Albert said, continuing his words and then moving away.
“Don't let the wound get water, wait a week first. I said goodbye,” Then the man walked out of the room.
Leaving Grace alone with her own thoughts. He's staring, unable to move.
“This is not the first time Mr. Davila has been involved in this kind of problem. Usually, it's a hitman who deliberately targets people close to Mr. Davila.”
The statement kept spinning in his brain, without knowing the way out. Grace doesn't know what she can do now. He thought of only one sentence and a name.
Davilais.
