My Dangerous Boy's

Part 30 - They Again

"How can you?" shella asked stunned. His blue eyes seemed to flicker for a few times, staring at the middle-aged woman who was in front of him with a surprised look.

"I don't know Mrs. Taylor. All your expenses have been paid and borne by someone" said the receptionist confidently. "Your room is at 702, right? I've not checked wrong."

Shella looked at the woman doubtfully, but in the end she also stepped away. "Ah, okay. Well, then, thank you. I'll go first."

With a still mixed feeling, he walked away from the place while scratching his non-itchy nape.

Wh who?

Is it possible that Clara helped him to pay his hospital fees?

But from earlier he did not get any notification from his brother regarding this fee. Or maybe Clara forgot to tell him that?

It is better that he type a message to Clara, saying that he thanks her for helping him a little for today.

Thank you, Brother. You're the one who paid my hospital fees, right?

Send.

Just as he was about to save his phone back, his message was immediately replied by Clara quickly. Shella finally read the message, but a reply from Clara suddenly made her frown.

Whatchu mean? Since when do I pay? I was in a hurry to get to the airport, and I didn't even have time to think about it. Why why anyway?

He spontaneously nodded. The girl did not reply to her brother's message and hung up her phone as she stepped out of the hospital in doubt.

If it wasn't her brother who paid for it, so who else would kindly pay for it all?

It's werd.

The night breeze suddenly blew out peacefully as its foot raced on the door outside of the hospital. A few strands of her hair were swaying, following the cool breeze. He grabbed the jacket he was carrying, then walked through the wind.

For a moment, his brain forgot about the cost. He smiled lightly as he slowly moved his feet. Cold, peaceful and serene immediately entered into him, making his body seem to be carried away by the wind currents.

It felt, all of his problems also seemed to be forgotten in an instant. All of them, until he felt that there was no problem left in the slightest. Her brain was empty without contents, her heart was peaceful, and Shella wanted to be like this forever.

There are no problems and also no burdens of life.

When was the last time he enjoyed this?

Shella continued walking towards her house. Enjoying the night air does not seem to be a problem, because he is also in a bad mood. After all, it seemed like the distance between his home was quite close from the hospital......

Wait a minute, which hospital is he staying at?

His head turned back, while his eyes continued to search and finally found an inscription on his hospital name in front.

Shella simply glanced at each of those words, then turned back and stepped away. But in the next second, a heavy object hit him again.

Waita..... Turner's hospital?

What the...

How this could be?

He turned back his body for the second time, making sure that at this time Shella was not wrong to see. His pair of eyes blinked a few times, looking in disbelief at the writing.

That's really Turner's Hospital.

Oh my's...

The girl immediately shook her head a few times, dispelling the strange thoughts that had just popped into her head.

There's no way this fucking place belongs to Zavier. Aish, it could have been someone else's name, not that guy's. Why would Shella have to think about getting there?

"Just forget him, Shella," he murmured before he finally began to walk slowly and away from the hospital.

The girl stepped quietly, tracing the almost deserted streets and only illuminated by a few street lights. Yes, how not, the short hand of his watch has even shown ten o'clock late at night and a few more minutes will be close to midnight. Of course, no one else wanders out at night, except for a few who may be driven by circumstances as well as themselves.

Shella then lowered her head, noticing her own footsteps while tightly grasping both straps of her bag. He took a slow breath and slowly exhaled.

"At this moment alone?" A baritone voice made Shella instantly flinch in shock. The girl stopped her legs and raised her head, then was stunned and stared at some of the man's faces for a long time.

Hells...

Why did he meet them again? Really shit.

"Hey, you still remember us?" asked a blond haired man who he could still remember his face.

Shella's mouth was locked tightly, not knowing what to say. His feet stepped back, trying to act indifferent to the faces of the damned he hated.

But it seemed like he was taking the wrong path, because just one step he was walking, one of the men immediately smothered his mouth with all his might.

Shella rebelled, but all she got was a stock that felt stronger. The girl blinked her eyes a few times, trying to stay on her almost disappearing consciousness. However, he did not have enough strength to resist the strange medicine he had just inhaled by accident.

And, what he last caught was darkness.

6 May 2020