fading lies

mistake

Y/N pov

I started treating patients and checked up the ecg .
I walked through the cabins marking the patients whose tests are done.

I reached another patient sitting beside her checking up her pulse.
Stable.
I smiled at her.
I spoke to her last night making sure she's fine and gave her some emotional support .

I moved out but her whispers stopped me.

"My husband"

I turned around and moved closer to her .

"My husband is the one with the gun"

She burst into tears as she caught her chest to slow herself down.

"W-e go-t an o-ffer for mo-ney"

I nodded holding her hand.
Despite everything, I hate to see people in pain.
It reminds me of mine.

"He's supposed to just shoot a person that's it , but we have to pretend it to be like a robbery so that the person won't get caught."

I narrowed my eyes .
"Do you know her ?"

She shaked her head.
"I don't know the person who gave us the mission but we were supposed to get our money at the end after getting down"

I nodded my head wiping her tears.
"Is my husband alright ?"
She looked at me with ray of hope.
Her glistened eyes begging me to say yes.

I scanned the records and checked his name.

He's dead.
We tried to save him but nothing worked.

"I'm so sorry but-"
She cried loudly as I zipped my lips.

I bit my lips as I reached to console her .
She hugged me by the side and let me hold her.

"You have to speak to the police and give them your statement"

Her eyes widened as she gripped my hand .
"No !!! You're not telling this to anyone "

I narrowed my eyes .
"Of course you have to inform them. I'll call them so that you can tell them the whole thing."

She gripped my hand more tight hurting me .
"Leave my hand !!!"

"You're not going to tell anyone about this!!!"

Ugh I've had enough.
I ripped my hand out of her grip and moved away as she tried to move from the bed.

She definitely needs psychotic treatment.

I rubbed my hands opening the door.
This is the second time I've hurt my hand today.
I bashed into the metal door so hard that it swelled.
Damn this fucking hurts.
She had nails which dug into my wrists.
My eyes filled with water as I tried to touch it.

I lifted my head , my eyes connected with his who stood from a distance observing me.

I walked to him , rubbing my hands and then when I reached him , I hid it behind my back.