He opened his mouth wide, tears running down his cheek. He was in fury, he couldn't move an inch, he felt like beating himself up.
He went on his knees immediately now in tears... the news sank in like a heavy weight.
His heart racing, he felt like he'd been punched in the gut. Panic set in, and his breath came in short gasps. He couldn't shake off the image of the car compared to her smiling and talking with him few moments ago. How could this have happened? How did he allow this to happen? He should have been well prepared
He replayed their last conversation, wondering if there was something he could have done to prevent it. Guilt crept in, wrapping its cold fingers around his heart. "What if?" he thought, "What if I had been there?" The questions swirled in his mind like a maelstrom, refusing to let him find any peace.
"I should have told her to wait."
"I should have followed her."
"I really should..." He wailed the more banging the ground with his fist.
His other colleagues came around trying to stop him from hurting himself...
"You need to calm down. Let's identify the fragments first."
One of his colleagues dressed in sports consoled him.
They had pulled an all-nighter before they got the call in the morning, they didn't get the chance for a proper outfit.
The man dropped Isla on the bed staring at her for a while...
Darkness enveloped her, a heavy shroud that refused to lift. She was lost in a world without sound, without sight, without sensation. Her body felt weightless, floating in a sea of nothingness.
There was no pain, no pleasure, no thought, no fear. Just an endless void, a vast expanse of emptiness. Time lost all meaning; minutes, hours, days; they were irrelevant in this state.
Her mind was a fog, a haze that refused to clear. Memories flickered, distant and unclear, like embers dying out in the rain. Faces, voices, places... all were shrouded in mist.
She was a leaf on a windless day, suspended in mid-air, motionless and still. No breeze stirred, no rustle of leaves, no whisper of wind. Just silence.
In this darkness, there was no sense of self. No thoughts, no feelings, no desires. She was a shell, empty and hollow, devoid of life.
And yet, somehow, she existed. A spark within her, a spark of consciousness, flickered faintly, a flame that refused to die. But it was a spark that remained dormant, waiting for the right moment to ignite.
Isla remained there unaware of the world around her, unaware of herself.
Like he was prepared, he brought out a water and blood pant. He started by cleaning the blood stain that has gumed on Isla's body. He noticed the metal stucked in her head.
Immediately, he wore his gloves then set the room like he was in an operating room.
Beside him he placed his surging instrument... He stood poised for a minute, his eyes fixed on the imaging scans projected above the Islas head. The metal object lodged in the brain was a delicate challenge, requiring utmost care.
He put Isla under general anesthesia, lay still on the bed.
With a confident hand, the man made the incision, carefully exposing the skull. The craniotomy drill whirred to life, removing a portion of the bone to grant access to the brain.
Under the microscope, the man arrowed to the tiny metal object. He navigated the intricate neural landscape, his instruments dancing with precision. The dissection was a slow, meticulous process, each step calculated to avoid damage.
Finally, the metal object came into view. The man's hands moved with deliberate slowness, his focus unwavering. With a gentle touch, he grasped the object and began to remove it.
After he had removed the metal he began the closure, the bone flap secured, and the incision closed.
All possible evidence was collected from the scene and Isla's car was towed to the investigative unit for possible clue.
The news flared open before Julian's face... He's found of listening ro news at his leisure moment.
He just finished a meeting, he called Isla's number which he saved as 'Moi Love.' Her number was not connecting through and he qas already thinking of how he would surprise her with a visit.
Julian smiled picturing the expression that Isla would make.
The lady in the news started speaking.
"Earlier this morning it was discovered that a notable lawyer's car named ISLA BENNETT was found burnt along the one way path."
"The investigative unit are still trying to find how it really happened, we urge you all to be vigilant and report any strange movement or individual."
Julian froze on the spot... His hand shook not understanding what he just heard.
He picked up his phone to search the news and then he saw it was real and not a joke nor dream.
He picked his car keys then leave the house.
After the man dropped his phone communicating with the receiver that the Job has been done, Isla opened her eyes.