~~Simon's P.O.V~~

No, that's not Vikk is it? No. No I can't believe it. I won't! It's not him.

"We have a situation on High street 34, young, Indian Male, early twenties" the police officer announces into his radio.

A woman who has been impatiently tapping her foot walked up to the police man "will this take long? I have very important things to take care of!"

I wanted to punch her for being so inconsiderate, but I don't think that would help Vikk in any way whatsoever.

"Wait.... are you Simon Minter?" The cop asked me.
"It is indeed."

Let me explain.
My uncle used to be an international spy in America I know what you're thinking what BS! But no, I swear. He was the best assassin. If we didn't go to England we would've all been dead. So that brings us to the present day. He now works in the police force, everyone knows who I am, what I do and where I am. Sometime that works out in my favour, other times it doesn't. It depends where I am and who it's with, but this time I think it works out in my favour.

I hear a groan, or, to put it more accurately, a heartbreaking scream of agony, coming from my precious smol bean. Vikk.

I spin around so quickly I get a head rush, getting dizzy. The medics surround Vikk, filling his system with drugs.

I start to walk over to the medics, but as I start to quicken my pace, it seems like they're getting further and further away. What the hell is going on?!
Come on Simon, he'll be okay
Stay positive
Just
Stay
Positive...