I'm Sorry

Part 3

"Dr. Ziegler? And Ms. Priscilla?" She asked with a chirpy voice as she exchange looks between us.

"Yes. We're here under Dr. Rashed?" Priscilla confirmed our identities and shared glances with me and the receptionist.

"Oh, yes. Everything has been taken care of. I'll give you the keys for your rooms and show you where they are. Please follow me then." She got out from the reception and escort us to the elevator nearby.

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"Thank you so much." Priscilla thanked the receptionist after we reached to our rooms.

"Please enjoy your stay." She smiled at us before she left.

"We should get ready. We don't want to keep them waiting." I turned to look at Priscilla.

"See you in 15 minutes?"

"Yeah. See you by then."

I inserted the key into the knob of the door that leads to my room and turned it until I heard a 'click'. She copied my actions on her door that's beside mine and we both entered our own rooms.

As I entered the room, the cool breeze came rushing into me despite the dry hot weather outside. It was spacious, and the dark colour from the paint didn't make the room a bit more bright, but at least it keeps the cool inside. There is a small bathroom along the small path before I entered the living space where the single bed would be located at the side of the wall beside me. In front of me, few metres away was a small TV, although I doubt I would be watching some channels since I would busy myself later on. I landed my bottom on the edge of the soft bed, before I lie down with a contented sigh.

A few days had passed after the incident happened at my clinic. I didn't tell Priscilla about my house got broke in by some stranger since I knew that would only worry her.

The time that I realized someone was in my home, I took out my gun in my drawer beside my bed and checked the whole house; luckily nothing got stolen and no one was there, but that doesn't mean that I'm relieved. It was clear that someone that broke into my house wasn't there to steal my goods, instead they were looking for something far more important. Those Talons were very persistent, they don't even know how to respect people's privacy. I still wondered on what were they looking for until they would reach such circumstances. Then I remembered back the incident once again and it will always lingers on the masked man. I still remember when he stared right through my eyes, filled with hatred and disgust.

But I knew he was hiding something. Something dark and deep, like he was going to tell me something but rather not.

"Maybe I shouldn't think too much. I must focus on where I am right now." I shrugged of the memory and got up from the bed. The small wristwatch that encircled around my wrist had shown me 10 minutes had passed.

5 minutes before I meet Priscilla outside, so I better get ready.
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We got out from the taxi and looked at the hospital in front of us. People came in and out like a flowing river through the entrance door, and the nurses were scattered all over the place, running and shouting at each other even though they were just a meter away.

"Ooookaaayyy... I think we might know how tight our schedules could be." Priscilla let out a huff as she watched the catastrophe in front of us.

They really do need the help they can get.

"Let's get started then, shall we?" I pulled her arm and dragged her into the hospital with me. She just laughed and hummed in agreement.

Getting into the vicinity was impossible without bumping to each other since it is cramped tightly like a pack of sardines, maybe worse than that. We slide pass to some people on our way to the front desk. The nurses over there already looked frantic with all the patients, luckily one of them saw us and went to us.

"You must be Dr. Ziegler! Dr. Rashed has already waiting for you at Level 2. Come with me." The nurse pulled me out from the crowd, which got my grasp on Priscilla broke and leaving her got sucked in deeper and become one with the overflowing people.

" Waiitt!! Angela!!" Her sounds soon become muffled as the noise at the atmosphere is more deafening until I couldn't hear her. I tried to tell the nurse, but she looked like her mind got too many information to digest and blocked out any other information before she vomits.

We reached at an elevator that is reserved for the workers here, since the public ones couldn't be in use with all the people.

"You come here alone, doctor?" Finally, the nurse turned to look at me and ask a question that should've been asked few seconds ago.

"Umm...no?"

The sound of a chime caught our attention when the elevator slowly opens, welcoming us to enter.
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The elevator door open once again as we reached the second floor of the vicinity. I followed the nurse through the hallway until she stopped at a certain wooden door and gave it a few knocks.

"Doctor, she's here." The nurse called him through the door before she opens it and popped her head out at the other side of the room. I felt a bit nervous to meet the man like a student was nervous to see the principal.

Slowly, I took a step forward near the door as she opens the door a little wider to let me confront the aforementioned doctor with my own eyes.

"H-hello? Dr. Rashed?" I went a little closer to see a bit clearer, then I saw a man, probably in his 40s, dark hair with a few strands of silver, sitting on a wooden chair writing something on a paper and some are scattered around the workplace. His back was facing towards me, but when he heard my voice, he turned his head and looked at me with his dark green eyes.

"Oh, if it isn't the lovely doctor, Ms. Angela Ziegler."