The Underated Author Part II
What did he witness? There was a woman lying on the ground, and a man was lying on top of her, covering her mouth so she wouldn't cry. Sirius couldn't move from where he was standing as if he were frozen, and he should have helped the woman but he couldn't. He just watched as the man stabbed the woman, and when the man suddenly turned in his direction, Sirius immediately hid. His heart beating so fast as his breath hitches, he didn't last long, and he might be the next victim, so Sirius no doubt ran back to his apartment, but he went around the other corner so he could get home safely.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he reached his apartment. He hurried inside and locked the door. He catches his breath as soon as his body falls on the floor; the terrifying scene earlier is still replaying in his mind, and he can't believe he has witnessed a murder. This is making him crazy; Sirius has witnessed a crime happening between his two naked eyes. He didn't think twice about standing up and grabbing his phone to call any of his friends, but it kept directing him to an answering machine. On the third time he called Julius, the latter answered it, but before he could utter a word, suddenly his world turned black.
"Sirius," he gasped as his eyes opened wide, a white companion greeted him, his eyes immediately closed a bit because of the sudden light, and his vision was still a bit blurry but after a few minutes it cleared up, he could hear a beeping sound beside him, and there was also an IV fluid connected to his hand, so he realized he was in the hospital now. "Sirius!" He suddenly heard Julius' voice, and in just a second, the said male appeared in his vision. "Thank God, you're awake." I'll just call the doctor!" The reporter said Sirius panicked and immediately left to call a nurse or doctor while he was still processing where he was. He blinked his eyes again to make his vision more clear as Julius returned back to the room with a doctor who immediately approached the male on the hospital bed to check his condition.
"It seems like Mr. Kim's condition is good; he can go out anytime, but make sure he can eat well and take the medicines I prescribed," the doctor said before leaving because he still had a lot of patients to see. Julius breathed a sigh of relief at what the doctor said before approaching his lying friend. "You worry us." Julius said softly, then took the chair from under the bed and sat down. "Sorry, Jules." was the only thing Sirius said since he woke up; he knows Julius can't stay mad at him longer. "What else can we do? You're already there; don't starve yourself, and Edward almost ran away from his duty to come here." Sirius frowned at what his friend said; he remembered eating with him last night; his eyes widened as he suddenly remembered what happened last night, and he also remembered that he ate. "Earth to Sirius!" He came back to his senses when he heard his friend's voice, "Huh? Are you saying something?"
"Nothing, I just want to say that you rest first and we'll leave later."
In the evening, Sirius was discharged from the hospital, even though, against his better judgment, he just let Julius pay the hospital bills. He left him in the lounge to go to the cashier and pay. "Did you hear what happened to Marina?" He heard the nurse who passed in front of him say, "That's why I pity her because she's too young to die," commented one; he suddenly frowned when he heard that, then something replayed in his memory of a man being stabbed by a woman before he lost consciousness again; Julius immediately caught his friend's body before it landed on the ground; fortunately, they hadn't left the hospital yet, so he asked for help again. The doctor immediately approached him and asked him to check Sirius again. Maybe the writer was really tired from writing his novels. The young man was not admitted to the hospital again; instead, Julius took you home to his apartment until he woke up.
Where is he? It was dark around him, and he didn't know where he was going. The only thing he could hear was a woman's cry, which he didn't know where it was coming from: "Sirius." He stopped walking in the void because it was as if someone whispered to him. "Sirius," he sat down then covered his ears so he couldn't hear the caller, "Remember, I did this for you." He opened his eyes, and a familiar ceiling greeted him. He sat up from lying down, holding his head, which was still pinching. He looked around the room and realized he was in the guest room of Julius's apartment. He carefully got up from the bed, then walked out of the room and headed to the kitchen, where he could hear Julius and Edward arguing. "No! He can't know those things! "His life is fine; why do you say more?" Julius responded angrily.
"It's about time he found out," Edward suggested, and the reporter aggressively shook his head. "Are you out of your mind, Ed? You were there, and you're a witness." Julius was cut off when his eyes caught Sirius entering the kitchen. "Are you guys arguing?" he curiously asked the two, "Ah, I have a case like that, and the victim doesn't remember what happened, so I asked Julius for his opinion." Edward lied; it was good, and the writer immediately believed him. "Does your head still hurt?" Julius asked worriedly then approached him. "Just a little, do you have any pain reliever there?" the reporter immediately gave the medicine he bought from the pharmacy, the two just watched as he drank the medicine. "Are you okay?" it was Edward who asked, Sirius nodded with a smile because his energy was slowly returning so the two silently thanked each other, "As long as something hurts you again, just say it."
They drove Sirius home to his apartment because the two still had jobs to do, but they made sure he was okay before leaving, and Julius even left groceries so the young man wouldn't go hungry, so the writer was very grateful and promised they would be paid when he had money. When he entered his apartment, he suddenly felt tired, but he had to write a new novel again. He immediately changed his clothes and returned to his swivel chair, then faced the computer again. He just stared at his computer's screen, trying to get some ideas. A horrible scene came into his mind, and he held his head again because it hurt as his eyes widened. He remembered what happened last night; he had witnessed a crime. Why did he only remember now? He was startled as his phone vibrated; he handed it to the table to see who had messaged him—maybe his friends. He was taken aback when he saw that it was from an unknown number, and even though he was hesitating to open it, he didn't have a choice but to click the screen to open the message. As soon as he read it, his world stopped moving. "I know you were watching last night. Tell the police about it, and you'll be the next."