With the traffic lines towards every aisle to order from, Cassandra was sure that she wouldn't get anywhere, so she gave up after ten minutes of waiting. Shantel sent a cup of coffee each afternoon. She decided to wait for that to arrive instead of staying in line. Mourning the loss of her dream coffee, she turned out of the café then took a path towards the elevator, which was normally packed but was free at that moment. It felt like a good day; everything seemed to be falling on her side. Harrison was awake and smiling; there was nothing she prayed for more.

H.W had texted her that he was finally going home to his wife and children, but he wanted her to be careful. She wasn't ignorant to Josephine's limits anymore, but she didn't need his warning. Still, it wasn't because she hated him but because she just wanted nothing else in her life to matter as much as Harrison getting better. In fact, she felt so relieved that she was happy that H.W had finally decided to go home to his wife. Josephine had destroyed enough lives, and it was time for her to leave them all alone.

The elevator whooshed, and she looked up from her phone as the elevator slid open. The first thing that caught her eye was that the officers were no longer in front of Harrison's room. Cautiously, she dialled Mark's number as her footsteps became more prominent.

As soon as she heard the click, she spoke rapidly. "Did you pull your men out?"

"No, they are still in the hospital. One of them reported that Josephine was in the building, and she had hurt one of the doctors, so they are trying to catch up with her."

"She is with him. Harrison, she is with Harrison."

Then she was running. Josephine had been under their necks for weeks. There was no way she just wanted to immediately get caught. To all the nurses who watched her run, she screamed at them to call the guards and a doctor.

Throwing the bursts of fear out the window, she gunned for the room, increasing her speed, then smashed her body against the door. The door crashed open, and she stumbled into the room. She spotted Josephine standing by the bed, and after a breath, she rushed her.

Furry blasted through her, and she jammed her fist in the underside of Josephine's jaw and watched for a second as her head snapped back. Without waiting for her to recover, she grabbed Josephine's hair just as she moved her shoulder out of the way before she slammed her head down hard on the tiled floor.

Josephine was quick; she grabbed Cassandra's head and slammed it hard against the foot of the bed. Cassandra moaned her grip loosening as the pain shook through her body. Josephine used a hand over her bleeding nose and staggered out the open door. Not wasting a heartbeat, Cassandra rushed to Harrison's side and pulled the needles out of his arm before any more of Josephine's poison could get into his system.

A doctor rushed in, and she dragged him over to Harrison's side. They needed to save him, but she didn't know how it would happen. There was no telling how much of the liquid had gone into him. Harrison wouldn't stop convulsing with his heart beating an erratic tune on the monitor. Emilia was gone, and so was Josephine.

Josephine.

"Save him!"

She barked at the doctor then ran out the door. She didn't do it again, her mind scolded with rage. There was no way that Josephine would find her way out of this hospital and into freedom. There was just no way. The hall was wide, nurses with patients moved around. Finding Josephine as she was dressed like one of them was hard. Cassandra shoved people out of her way, squeezing through the bodies with speed as she used her instinct to move around.

There were seven blind spots in the hospital, something she made sure to learn whenever she came here. Mark told her about them, the parts of the hospital that had no cameras. Josephine was crazy, but she had no intention of being caught red-handed. To enter and escape she would use the places that had no surveillance. The blind spots led all the way to the car park. If she didn't hurry, Josephine would escape.

The sad thing about running around in hospital with bruises was that one or two people tried to ask what was wrong. She didn't need that, but she could barely escape it either. Where were the officers? Mark had promised that they would be on the alert for Josephine, yet they were not. She screamed at nothing and tried to increase her pace. Josephine had a head start, but with her bleeding, she couldn't have gone far.

She turned into the door labelled for the car park and bolted down the stairs. There was a rumble of steps beneath her, someone rushing down the stairs. Cassandra grabbed on the rails and looked down to see white shoes gunning down the stairs. She continued down the stairs, jumped down when she could and ran as fast as her legs could take. Stairs were becoming a nuisance in her life. Sadly, everything that went wrong in her life in the past year happened around a stair.

By the time she stumbled into the lot, there was no sign of Josephine anywhere. Frustrated, she clutched her hair in her fingers, fearing that she had escaped the hospital, but luck was back on her side. Just as she rounded the corner, a loud scream followed by a nearly faint thud swarmed into her ears. Josephine laid in the arms of one officer, struggling as he pinned her down to the floor. They struggled on the floor, and the officer was wrestling to get her arms in cuffs as Cassandra walked over to them. In a moment, the officer had her down, and in the next second, Josephine buried an injection into his neck.

Cassandra jumped into action, rushing towards them and tackling Josephine down to the ground. Cassandra grabbed her ankle as she tried to get away, using her fingers to dig down into Josephine's skin. An elbow pressed down on Josephine's shoulder blades, she grabbed the woman by the hair and began to smash her head against the floor.

Cassandra stood so she could turn Josephine around, then straddled her, folding her fist as she smashed it into Josephine's face. Continuously, with anger, she punched Josephine over the face time and time again until her arm started growing numb.

By the time she felt arms around her waist to pull her off, even her fist was bleeding. Hands banned around her waist, tousled around with her until she finally got off Josephine but she wasn't completely done with the woman. Cassandra growled, struggling against Mark's hold and trying to rush back at Josephine.

"No," Mark shouted, using more force to lift her off and turn her away from Josephine. "We've got this. Okay? You have to calm down before you burn out. Look at your hand for crying out loud."

The pain didn't register, regret was far away from her thoughts, guilt didn't even make a peep. With a shout, she clawed at Mark's arms as he dragged her farther away from Josephine. It was too much, she needed more than to go to prison. She had to suffer.

Cassandra soon felt the shaking as she began to sob, her body trembling so much that Mark had to lower down to the floor and hug her to his chest. Her fists were positively crushed; she could feel the ache in her bones each time she tried to squeeze her fist, but it didn't matter.

As her cries began to quiet down, she saw another officer drag Josephine to her feet. Cassandra looked down at her hands, and she nearly broke down in tears again. Blood soaked her fist from the scars and cuts she received while punching Josephine. Her uncle once told her that anger solved nothing, but she never believed him, she still didn't believe him, but there were better ways to getting even with Josephine. Her garden was rebuilt, her life was intact and so was Harrison, so what was the need to even hit her.

Her breathing slowed as she held on to Mark's hand and stood to her feet. The anger solved one thing though, all the pain was out of her system. The pain of losing her garden, the pain of having watched Harrison lay on the white hospital bed for more than six weeks. Everything was gone, all but the rage.

More officers filled the parking lot. The fallen officer was taken away on a stretcher. Another officer helped to move Josephine out of the parking lot and back into the hospital. They stopped short as soon as Josephine stumbled forward and fell on her knees... right before Emilia.

Everyone held their breath as Emilia dropped her purse to the ground and went on her knees to hold Josephine by the shoulder. Slowly, watching the wince on Josephine's face, she lifted the girl to her feet then brushed her hair aside. Emilia only stared at the woman, her eyes darting across every inch of Josephine's face.

"You didn't win." Emilia finally said. "Do you hear me? You weren't able to take my son. Not then, not now. Do you hear me? Look at me. You are going to get treated, then they are taking you to jail and locking you up. I only hope that in there, you will get better instead of worse because what you have is an illness, not love."

Josephine shook her head and reached her arms around Emilia's hips, resting her head on her breast as she sobbed. Cassandra, like everyone else, stood and watched as Emilia just stroked her head and listened to Josephine sob about how she never meant to hurt Harrison.

"No need to cry, Josephine. If you had really been sorry about what you did, you wouldn't have come over here to try your luck at killing my son again. You wouldn't have done such a stupid thing. You came here to end his life just because he loves someone else."

Josephine stumbled further, and in shock, Emilia followed her to the ground, arms around her waist. "He doesn't love her, and I would never let him go by himself. I wouldn't be so cruel."

A tear leaked from her eyes, and she grinned just before she began to convulse on the floor. Right on track, the doctors shot forward, their voices high in the room as they screamed for stretchers and nurses from every corner of the hospital. Cassandra lost hold of her strength then and shook her head.

"She won't die. Help her, somebody help her."

Mark's arm disappeared from her hips where they rested, and she was transferred into someone else's arms. There was a struggle for a while before she turned to face whoever held her. She looked into his kind eyes and collapsed against him. He only held her in his arms, swaying gently as the doctors struggled to save Josephine; she could hear them shouting commands back and forth. She sobbed against him, pushing at his chest, but he held her tighter.

"Let the anger go now. Stop it."

She looked up at him, her eyes searching his as he stopped her from turning around. Cassandra could still hear the chaos behind her, but he arrested her attention. "She doesn't get the easy way out, uncle. Josephine doesn't get to end things in a minute after torturing my life for months. She doesn't get to do that. They have to save her; they have to..."

The light faded from her vision just as she felt her body turn.