Fred

 

I pace to and fro in front of my bed as Luther does some check up on Eva.

 

Maybe I’m imagining it, but I keep hearing my heart making some weird sounds.

 

It’s almost as if some little drummers are inside drumming their drums, with every glance I take at Luther’s expression the sound increases.

 

Bianca stands next to Luther, Roy squat next to her.

 

Finally, Luther packed up his medicine kits and turn to me.

 

“How is she?” I ask anxiously.

 

“Thank God you arrive in time, she doesn’t seem to be in any danger now” he replies.

 

I sigh in relief.

 

I tilt my head and saw...