"Where are they?" Francis asked sternly, looking worried. 'I must go and find Violet. I am afraid that Cassie might hurt her, ' he thought, feeling restless.
"They, they are in the No.6," the manager stammered, terrified by Francis' stern tone.
Quickly, Francis ran towards the stairway.
When he got to the second floor, he searched for the room anxiously. He didn't find the No.6 until he came to a corner. Impatiently, he pushed the door open.
Standing still at the door, Francis was horrified by what he saw. Lying motionlessly on the floor was Violet, obviously unconscious. With one hand lying limp stomach, she looked deathly pale.
On the spur of a moment, he dashed into the room and scooped her into his arms. "Violet, wake up. Violet, ' he shouted with a disturbed look.
And in the meanwhile, the hall manager and a waitress stood outside the room. They were horrified at the unconscious Violet in Francis' arms. Something had gone terribly wrong.
The manager was overcome with fear. 'What's going on? When I saw her, she was a beautiful, dynamic woman. What happened to her? How did she black out and turn so gaunt in such a short time?' he mulled.
"Violet! Violet!" Francis cried loudly, not knowing what to do.
"Blood! Blood!" the waitress screamed, her eyes popping out with shock when she noticed blood on the floor.
Hearing the waitress's scream, Francis was astonished. When he looked down at the floor and saw the blood stains, he was gutted.
Recovering from his shock, the manager called out to the waitress, "Go and call the ambulance. Hurry up!"
Reminded by the manager's words, Francis realized he needed to get Violet to the hospital as fast as possible. It was the best thing he needed to do, if he was to get her out of danger. He really needed to move with speed.
At the thought, Francis lifted Violet to his chest and bolted out of the room.
As they left the restaurant, Francis hurried to his car and placed Violet in the passenger's seat gently. He then jumped behind the wheel and hurtled at full speed to the hospital.
On the way, Francis took Violet's cell phone and called up Greg.
"Hello, Violet, are you done there?" Greg asked softly.
"Hi, Greg. It's me, Francis," Francis replied immediately. As there was no time to waste, he got straight to the point. "Violet got injured. I'm taking her to the nearby hospital. Be there quickly," he said plainly.
"What did you say?" asked Greg who was taken aback. 'How did she get hurt? I finally agreed her to meet Francis once, ' he thought anxiously.
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