Luca and Janie were visibly nervous too. Benjamin looked down and gave his nose a little pinch, as if to comfort himself. Waylon gently pushed the heavy door open.
The room was a tastefully decorated waiting lounge, filled with warm lights and the scent of fresh flowers. There were two maids in the room who immediately greeted Waylon with a polite bow. Beyond the lounge was another door.
“You may leave the room. I have some guests,” Waylon instructed the maids.
Abel glanced intently at the door, wondering if Emma was beyond those doors.
“This is usually where I spend some time with Emma. My father spends half his days here as well,” Waylon informed Abel.
“I want to see her,” Abel urged. “Is she in there?”
Benjamin walked to the door and opened it, motioning for Abel to step inside first. Abel immediately found Emma lying unconscious on a white king-sized bed covered in pristine white sheets. She was completely still and silent, almost like a wax figure. Abel froze in disbelief. Was his Emma… dead?
“Emma!” Abel called out as he tried to lurch forward, but Waylon held him back with a firm grip on his arm. Abel tried to wrestle himself out, but Waylon only tightened his grip.
“Please, Waylon, let me see her…” Abel pleaded.
“You can see her by all means, or else I wouldn’t have brought you here, but you cannot touch her!” Waylon said authoritatively.
“What… why?” Abel asked in surprise. Only God knew how long he had dreamed of the day where he could hold Emma in his arms once again. He would never let her go ever again.
“There’s a device under Emma’s body that’s working to extricate the bullet from her body. If you move her, you will undo all the progress that’s been done so far and may even take away her last chance at survival,” Abel explained.
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