Chandra was in the intensive care unit, hooked up to an EKG machine, an IV drip and two doctors overlooking her. She was unconscious.

Dr. Gristle said, “I have never seen
anything like this…”

Dr. Hanks, a short, white man in his fifties, said, “That makes two of us. She’s in critical condition. Lost a lot of blood.”

Dr. Gristle looked over a chart. “And the baby?”

Dr. Hanks said, “…We did an emergency C-section. Had to try to save Chandra’s life. Very risky at 27 weeks. The baby was only 5 pounds, barely five pounds I should say.”

Dr. Gristle said, “Wow. My heart goes out to her.”

“The cops are supposed to be stopping by. But what can they do? She’s out of it, and I don’t know if she’ll pull through in this state.”

“My heart goes out to the baby. How could she do drugs knowing she was pregnant?”

When they left the room, Chandra flat lined.

Never to open her eyes again.

Francine and Prado got off the elevator and approached the room. A team of Coroners and a few cops were there. Francine said, “Uh-huh. Somebody is dead or something on this floor.”

Prado said, “Hope it isn’t anybody we know.”

Francine said, “Probably one of these drug-loving tourists.”

When she said it she thought about Chandra.

“Oh, God! They’re in her room!”

Her heart dropped in her stomach.

Prado covered his face in shock.

Samuel, what have you done?

Francine pushed Prado out of the way, screaming into the room. She startled the Coroners and the police.

The hotel Manager jumped behind the bed. A crime scene investigation team stopped snapping photos and halted dusting for prints.

Another team of investigators put on some rubber gloves and started combing the room, taking things and putting them in plastic bags.

“Where is she? Where is Chandra?”

Two cops apprehended her, but she started to fall to the floor and kick at them, flinging her arms.

“WHERE IS CHANDRA? WHERE IS MY BESTFRIEND! WHAT HAPPENED HERE?”

Officer Taylor took her by the arm and said, “Who are you in relation…”

“Where is Chandra? Where is she, gahdamn it?”

Officer Taylor, taking off his hat said, “Chandra died in the hospital five minutes ago…”

Francine grabbed her husband and fainted. Prado held her as she fell towards the floor.

Prado thought to himself, Samuel. You will pay.