My POV

So I woke up in the hospital the next day to find out the mysterious saviour had started his trip to the States just minutes before I woke up.

'Dang my room was amazing, I assume I'm in CuTe Hospital for rich girls 🤔. Honestly, the name is standing for Copper and Tellurium so that they inspire girls to go for the science route giving them recognition as the alleged *alumni* of the institution.'

I requested to find him but the nurses didn't allow me because they thought something was wrong with me since I had been in the freezing water for about 2 minutes and I was found unconscious. Also, my dad told them to keep me to check for any other thing that was wrong and for me to rest no matter who came to visit.

I thanked the nurse and politely shooed her away.

Ugh! How was I going to thank the very cute stranger that saved my life?! I wasn't even feeling any cold. In fact, I was feeling a lot of heat from the blankets put to protect me from the alleged "cold".

I was in deep thought when I got a text notification from Bree.

Bree: Hey girl, how're you doing? Hope I'm not disturbing/interrupting you.

Me: Hi, I'm feeling a lot better but the nurses won't let me out. Also, what do you think you're disturbing?

Bree: I think I'm interrupting the thoughts you're having of your saviour.

'How did she know I was thinking of him?! I could clearly hear her giggling despite the fact we were texting.'

Me: Well, I won't lie, I was thinking of him but not in that way.

Bree: It's definitely in that way 😉.

Me: 🤦‍♀️No, it's not. Anyway, how is everyone else?

Bree: Well...

As she was typing, Beth (short for Bethany) came to our chat and turned it to a group chat

Beth: OMG Bree, How could you talk to her without letting me know?

Bree: Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't think of that 😇.

Beth: 😒 Anyway, dear tell me how you're doing.

Me: I'm good, just not being allowed to even walk in my hospital room.

Beth: Oh! That's a shame, I hope everything else is alright though?

Me: Yes, it's alright. What about Andrew though?

Beth: Oh! He's not faring well, I went to his room just 5 minutes ago but he didn't open up as the door was locked.

Me: Oh! That's sad. I hope you help me greet him though.

Beth: I'll be sure to do that.

Then Tom (AKA Thomas) came into the chat too.

Tom: Oh! Hello there, are you alright?

Beth: Why yes. Thank you dear for asking.

Tom: 🙄 I was asking someone else (he texted, obviously referring to me.)

Me: Yeah, thanks for asking.

Tom: No problem, so I guess you're probably about to talk about the guy that saved you yesterday.

I was actually thinking of him, perhaps one of my friends could help me?

Me: Hey, do you know anything about the guy?

Beth: No, not really, other than the fact he single-handedly carried you into the ambulance and waited here for the whole night before leaving. Ah! So dreamy.

Me: Oh that's... interesting to hear. Also Beth, we're ten, that couldn't have happened.

Beth: Oh but it did, the paparazzi took a lot of pics

Me: Paparazzi?? In fact, I don't want to know. Tom, what about you?

Thomas: Well, I know he and Bree are acquainted in a way.

Bree: Hellooo? You talking about me, I'm here too.

Beth: Yes, we know darling, you don't need to put all the Os and emphasise, you're not in a box, you know? We can see your texts just fine.

That's when it hit me, The box that I secured from the Duke before I went down.

I frantically searched my room but found nothing.

Me: Um... guys, Did any of you guys find the box that contained the gems?

Beth: I'm sorry dear, I thought it was with you.

Bree: So did I.

Tom: And me too.

Me: Well, it isn't and now we've got a problem.

Bree: Okay just calm down, you were clutching it, weren't you?

Me: Yes, then I dropped into the ocean before I was saved.

Beth: Don't tell me it might be in the middle of the ocean!

Tom: No, because the box was still with her even when she was carried into the ambulance.

Me: Guys, I think I know where it is.

Bree: Where?

Me: Well, you know it's hospital procedure to remove the clothing of every casualty in an accident or in a serious condition.

Tom: Yes.

Me: And I specifically requested my dress had a lot of pockets due to the heist.

Beth: Don't tell me it's...

Bree: Still in the dress that's now being taken to the dry cleaners as we speak.

Me: Yes.

Tom: Well, we've got to get it back.

Bree: And the dry cleaners' just next to the hospital.

Tom: Oh! This cannot be good.

Bree: Well, what choice do we have?

Beth: And it will give us a chance to release our leader from that prison of a hospital.

Me: Guys, we're going for a hospital-break😉.