Chapter 3 Mrs Allan's Dire Situation

At the hospital

With the speed of that of a Cheetah in great persuit, Catherine stormed inside the lobby. There after, she proceeded to the reception and haulted in front of the desk, with her elbows leaning against the surface and her mouth widened she gasped for air. She was breathing heavily, making it difficult to utter a single word. Sweat drizzled down her forhead, "Good evening"... she panted. "Was a patient by the name of Mrs Allan admitted earlier on." She typed on the keys with haste, and pushed her forhead forth, zooming on the screen of the laptop. "Let's see...Mrs Allan...Nope there is no Mrs Allan." She sighed with grief and lowered her head. She looked to the floor while tapping on the desk. "Wait hold on... Iet me go through these files." She arose to her feet and sauntered towards the shelf from behind, there were a stack of files standing straight against one another. She reached her hand i from one of the rows and grabbed a green file. She opened it flapping through numerous plastic folders. There after, she traced her finger down the plastic sleeve up until she found a column. " Hathy Josephine Allan. There we are." She sighed with relief, "Apparently she was taken to the I.C.U. " Upon hearing those iron rod words burning through her flesh, the pulse of her heart beat increased significantly as a large web of doubts rampated across her mind. She continued, "I dont have much information concerning her health meter. But in truth she is in a dire situation." She turned around, paralysed with nothing but utter dumbstruck. She dragged her feet towards the waiting room, with her head facing downward. "Why is this happening to me?" She murmed to herself. Upon doing so, she raised her head and caught glimpse of her sister who was at the waiting room not so far away. She rushed to her aid and sat by her side, she embraced her in her warm delicant arms. She poured a stream from her eyelids, wiping each drop with a tissue. Catherine then placed her head on her lap while she caressed her hair. Her sister spoke with utter anguish, "The... the...do...doctors confirmed that she encountered a stroke attack! What shall we do dear sister? This is her second stroke attack?!" Another stream of tears flowed down her cheeks, Catherine on the other hand looked at her firmly, trying to suppress her emotions. She took a dreadful gulp and replied by saying, "I dont know..." Her throat was throbbing, red in pigment it was thus referencing the bitterness in her soul. "I'm scarred Catherine! I do not know what to do? What if we lose her?!" Catherine closed her eyes and opened them, she inhaled a gentle breeze through her nostrils and exhaled softly. "Sshhh! Do not dare blab of such. Mom is a lot stronger than that Chris! This is just another wall of obstacles that she needs to surmount. She is going to survive this duel! I firmly believe in her capabilities!" Like a streak of lightning, Jason gushed into the waiting room from outside. He looked around the room in search of his wife, once his eyes caught a glimpse of her he approached her from behind and sat next to her. He tapped his fingers against one another and inquired while looking down. "How is she?" Catherine murmered, right before she could say something a tear drizzled from her eyelid. "She seccumbed to another stroke attack Jason! I...I...I... don't know if she will survive again." Without wasting much time, he wrapped his arm around her scruff and pulled her head close to her chest. "It's going to be Alright. Your mother is a sole survivor. If there's anything that she can overcome. This will definitly fit the shoe." Then from afar, a man in lab coat pottered towards their direction. He was tall and bald, he wore glasses and had blue ultramarine pupils. He had a clip board at hand, and a pen dangling on his right pocket, his pocket was situated on the right side of his chest. The title that this man wielded was doctor Hawkins, one of the most succesful doctors across the country. "Christina Allan?" She jumped instantly and arose to her feet. "Yes doctor." "I have news concerning your mother." They all looked at one another. "It would be appear that your mother suffered a MASSIVE stroke attack." They all froze at the same spot. "We will do our best to examine her and perform a operation that might save her life. Though it will come at an expensive cost." She pushed her front hair strands backward, "I don't care doc... I'll do whatever it takes!" He nodded, thereafter continuing, "I'll update you on the cost of the surgery. Meanwhile even if she does survive she would be forced to live with severe repricautions. For instance she will have trouble with memory loss making it difficult to remember everything that has happened to her in her life. She might not be able to move her limbs and will be forced to spend the rest of her life on a wheel chair."

Wednesday 03:30am

Her eyes were wide awake, gazing a whole through the ceiling, while forced to incline her ears towards the sounds of the rackling of the clock. "Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock!" The clock exasperated, she twisted and turned, curdling into a ball and shoved her face inside the sheets. It was futile, there was nothing that she could do to fall asleep. Next to her, Jason was beyond his dream world and slept like a mere infant, "Snore!" She grabbed a pillow and pressed it against her face, "Arrrh!" She screamed. There after she threw the pillow across the room and fell into a flash back.

8 months ago

The Wedding Day

After taking a step down from the altar, she locked her elbows with her newly husband, spreading a rainbow of smarties all over the place with their smiles. They pottered towards their vehicle while their attendees trailed after them exuberating with loud cheers. Upon arriving at the venue. The newly wed seated themselves on their Wedding chair. The chair was a wooden carved swan-wedding chair. it had white coushins and pigment of gold on the wooden structure. They sat in front of a table, a table that had champaign and a wedding cake. In front of the table was Mrs Allan, Catherine's mother. She had wavy brown hair and wore a formal navy blue skirt, blazor and white qshirt. She had a microphone at hand and spoke in front of the guests. "This is such a beautiful day! I'm so proud of my daughter Catherine. She has been through a lot at a young age. She grew up fatherless and attended a special school. She was a laughing stock amonst many children. I never thought today that should would stand on her own 2 feet without the assitance of her mother. I was so concerned about her future, fearing that she was going to live the rest of her life suffering all because of a disability. But look at her today, she defied all odds and shut the mouth of the lion. She is a Luitenant at the police force and has married a wonderful man." She turned to her daughter and continued. "Dear I'm so happy for you. Continue to conquer! the spirit of a mighty warrior runs in our blood line. I believe that nothing will ever put you in dismay. Nor myself, keep conquering my dear I believe in you!"

She returned to reality and sat up straight, she broke down and walked away from the bedroom. She opened the door of the bathroom and sat in front of the wall, she continued weeping until she was dried of tears.

The Following day

Commisioner Wright Office

A meeting was held between the Commisioner Wright, Catherine and 2 other police officials. Commioner Wright clenched his fist and slammed the table. "Damn! Whoever that is responsible for the missing cars was smart enough to disable the tracking devices!" He raised his hand, while doing so he bent his fore finger and touched his thumb with it. "...We were this close! This close to solving the case!" He arose to his feet and pottered towards the window, while his back was turned against them. "Now we have to go back to the drawing board. How convinient." As his eyeballs shun a hole through the window he continued speaking, "...What ever it takes! We need to set a trap. If it means using our own cars as bait... so be it! Quips crossed his legs and responded by saying, "Well commisioner I was thinking that it would be a great idea to check out the last place that the vehicles were last scene, just before the tracking device was disabled." Mr Wright glanced away from the window and walked towards the table. Mr Wright placed his fingers under his chin and paused for a couple of seconds, there after he continued. "That is a great idea! However it has its own faults. For instance, even if we do go to the warehouse there might have not been any witnesses." "I know!" Daniel whom sat aside Catherine offered a suggestion. "Why don't we scatter our forces across the city. In that way if any car is stolen we would be able to trap it." Mr Wright took a seat and tapped onto his fingers, "No no no! We do not have an armada of police officers in our department." While they were planning, Catherine was lost in her trend of thoughts. Mr Wright slammed the table with both of his hands. Like a jack in a box musical toy, she jumped out of her reminscion. "Luitenant!" She nodded her head, "Focus! Eyes on me. "My apologies Mr Wright! I was thinking about my mother's..." He interrupted her, "eh... save it! You should know by now that when you wear that badge, you leave your problems at home and burden your shoulders with the problems of those who are in need. Are we clear on that?" She nodded once more, "Yes commisioner." "Good now where were we?" Daniel raised his hand and said, "I got it! Commisioner! I do not know whether its me but have you noticed the unusual patterns of the heist sir?" He shook his head side ways as (Daniel) he continued, "its so funny how our perpetrators only act when there is a massive event. For instance, why do you think they targeted the carnival?" They glanced at one another as Quips inquired, "Is it because a carnival has lots of attraction?" He pointed his pen at him with exubrance. "Yes! Not only that but the people that the carnival attracts! I'm talking about rich celebrities with exotic cars! Now imagine all the exotic cars that you can swoop down at a massive event! You'de make billions of dollars when you sell them!" Commisoner Wright's eyeballs potruded and added upon what he said, "Ah! So you are saying that they are only after luxurious cars. The only time you can find luxarious cars in one spot is at a massive event! So we have to be brace oursleves for another event right seargant?" Seargant Daniel nooded and sat back on his chair, "Yes sir. And so happens to be a Saturday! They are going to make their move tonight!