I woke up looking confused as memories of what I saw in the bathroom hit me. I quickly looked around but he was nowhere. I was brought to the hospital again by someone from the church who had seen me lying on the ground. I quickly got up. I wasn't sick, just fainted from shock despite the warning from the nurse. I still came out from the hospital. I had to find him.
He wasn’t there. I searched down the hallways. Maybe he came to the hospital but I didn’t see him, not even his shadow. I sighed as I returned to the hospital desk to finish all the process before leaving. A small part of me was relieved. Relieved he had survived. I didn’t know why but I was happy I just wanted to see his face.
By midday, I finally made it home. James wasn’t there, and I collapsed in the guest room, the shee
