Public execution? That’s brazen.

The next day...

"She's fine... she's my friend." Kenneth reassured, glancing at Zoey who had this huge sweet smile on her lips that appeared to be extra sketchy. 

The police on-duty guarding the patient scrutinized her from head to toe. Without a word, he nodded his head before stepping aside. "Thank you," Kenneth expressed, and then turned to Zoey. "Let's go." He said, sliding the door open when she nodded silently. 

Upon opening the door, Zoey and Kenneth entered the private ward. Zoey swept her gaze around the room. Unlike the grand hospital rooms she had been, Angelo's was pretty mediocre with one hospital bed, a chair and lounge seat that was attached to the wall, and a small television that was turned off. 

Her eyes then turned to the window. Zoey could not help but sigh seeing how wide it was. Although it was closed at the moment, it was an easy escape route as the room was on the first floor.