Mess Up

[This chapter is dedicated to Roberta_Perkins. Thank you for the golden ticket. Your continuous support keeps me going. Much love.] 

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Alfred never sobered up so fast in his life. "What happened to Stefan?" He lowered down his voice and glanced over the closed door of the library. It was late and all were asleep and retired to their respective rooms.

"I have no idea. There were men with guns who knocked on my door and dumped him on my couch. What should I do?"

He paced the room. "How is his situation?" 

"He looks like he got into a fight and lost. His wounds aren't all fresh. He's bloodied and soiled my couch." Her voice was strained. The panic had subsided and she's now angry. How dare they bother her with their family mess. "He badly needs a doctor. I have a doctorate but I'm not the one he needs." The sarcasm in her voice leaked. 

"Do you recognize the men that brought him?"