Chapter 11

In less than ten minutes, the light above the operating theatre turned off. James watched closely as the doctor wheeled Naomi out of the operating theater. When the doctor shook his head and declared Naomi's death, the last glimmer of hope James had was shattered and ripped away. James felt a chill emanating from deep within his bones. It was so overwhelming that he couldn't make a single sound. When Jocelyn finally arrived at the hospital, she was greeted with the sight of James seated hopelessly on the floor, oblivious to his surroundings. "James!" She ran ahead and tugged on his arms to try to help him up. However, it was as though James were pinned to the ground. His eyes were eerily hollow, but the next words he uttered were laced with pure hatred. "I demand an autopsy." With that, James immediately got to his feet. His body covered in blood made him look extremely terrifying, but Jocelyn still mustered the courage to hold onto him. In a panic, she blurted, "What about our