ushernet Chapter 188 Emotional Release
Chapter 188 Emotional Release
Chapter 188 Emotional Release
"Miss, can you hear me?"
In the hospital room, the smell of disinfectant filled the air. Sylvie slowly opened her eyes. The harsh light overhead shone coldly into her eyes. She blinked, adjusting to the bright light, and found herself lying on a clean white bed. She immediately realized where she was, and recent memories flooded back, making her eyes widen in fear.
The flowing blood... the fear instilled by the masked man... Morse's death...
Everything seemed so unreal. She felt an emptiness inside, the weight of reality pressing down on her heart, and fear gripping her soul. She wanted to speak, but could only utter weak, trembling voices.
“I…I can hear you,” she stammered, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for a way out of these terrible memories.
A nurse in a neat uniform approached her with a reassuring smile. "You're in the hospital now. You've had a fright, but you're safe now."
'Safety.'
The word echoed in Sylvie's mind, but she couldn't shake the lingering fear. The smell of disinfectant in the room made her even more uncomfortable, and the desolate atmosphere exacerbated her unease.
As the nurse checked her vital signs and asked some routine questions, Sylvie's thoughts were once again caught in a vortex of regret. She wished she could go back in time, change those tragedies, and stop what had happened.
Morse, the masked man, blood... these images flashed before her eyes like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.
'I should be more careful; I should stay away from all of this.'
She had never felt such intense emotions. The hatred emanating from the masked man was so strong that even without him doing anything, she could feel the chilling killing intent, and she knew she would never dare to look him in the eye.
What happened next was something she could never forget. Blood splattered everywhere, and screams echoed.
Even though Mason was a follower of demons, she couldn't accept it. She still remembered the fear in Mason's eyes, as if he had known all along that death was coming.
But the most painful thing was the overwhelming regret. Knowing that she was the cause of Morse's death was a fact she couldn't bear.
As Sylvie struggled with her emotions and lingering memories, the hospital room door opened, and Officer Margarita calmly walked in.
“Miss Sylvie, I hope you’re feeling better.” Officer Margarita nodded gently, greeting Sylvie and noticing the pain in her eyes. Through the database and facial recognition system, she had confirmed Sylvie’s identity, knowing she was a student at the Arcadia Hunter Academy.
Sylvie nodded reluctantly, trying to process the aftershocks of this trauma.
“I’m Officer Margarita from the Awakened Security Bureau. Captain Harlan asked me to speak with you about this incident. We’ll discuss what happened once you’re ready. Your cooperation is crucial to our investigation.” Margarita’s tone was gentle and encouraging.
Sylvie took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew it was necessary to recount what had happened, and although she was terrified of what might have happened, she also knew it was her responsibility to tell the whole story.
'This is what I owe him.'
Even if the person who killed Morse may be dead, she at least hoped that Morse could be buried.
“I’ll do my best to help,” Sylvie said softly, her voice more composed than before. Then, Margarita inquired about the events and how she had been kidnapped.
Sylvie recounted everything that had happened, from their arrival in the city as travelers to how they were ambushed. Then, she began to tell the story of Morse.
“Wait a minute.” Margarita suddenly interrupted Sylvie when Morse’s name was mentioned. “What did you say his name was?”
Sylvie took a moment to compose herself before replying, "His name is Morse Scott." Her voice trembled, and silent tears streamed down her face.
Upon hearing the name, Officer Margarita quickly opened her tablet and began typing rapidly on the screen. Sylvie saw Morse's photo appear on the device, retrieved from the database.
But just then, Margarita's eyes narrowed as she recognized the person in the photo. She immediately recalled the person being taken to the hospital by ambulance and realized the face was very similar.
'Is it him?'
She thought to herself. If it was him, then the chances of him dying were almost zero. Despite his injuries and scars, Margarita, with her trained eyes, could see the flow of magic within him and knew he was not in danger.
While waiting for Sylvie to wake up, she clearly remembered his appearance. Purple eyes were uncommon, and Morse's features matched the photograph perfectly. He was quite handsome, and Margarita's hobby was collecting handsome faces in her mind.
“Wait, there might be a misunderstanding,” Margarita said gently. “Morse might not be dead. In fact, he’s in this hospital right now.”
Sylvie's eyes widened instantly as a surge of magic enveloped her body.
Whoosh!
Before Margarita could finish speaking, Sylvie suddenly rushed out of the ward with surprising speed, even startling Margarita.
But Margarita simply watched Sylvie leave, shaking her head with a sympathetic smile. While she could have stopped Sylvie, she understood Sylvie's urgency and emotional turmoil.
Sylvie ran wildly down the hospital corridor, without a care in the world.
"Hey! Don't run in the hallway!"
The nurses and staff shouted for her to stop, but Sylvie's anxiety prevented her from slowing down. She turned a corner and saw the person she had been looking for, emerging from a ward with bandages wrapped around his body.
That familiar face, those familiar eyes, that familiar hair—everything was just as she remembered it.
'He's really still alive, he's really still alive...'
Sylvie was filled with excitement and hope, and the surge of emotions made her rush toward Morse without hesitation.
Whoosh!
She rushed to him and hugged him tightly, the impact slamming them against the wall.
boom!
The impact of the collision paled in comparison to the immense relief and joy of finding him alive.
“Morse! You’re alive!” Sylvie cried, her voice a mixture of tears and laughter. She stepped back slightly, looking at him to make sure he was alright.
The worry and fear that had gripped her heart since the incident were finally released, replaced by endless gratitude.
Morse was somewhat surprised by Sylvie's sudden hug, and frowned slightly after bumping into the wall, but quickly regained his composure.
'...I owe her.'
He looked bitterly at the girl who was holding him with all her might, his expression filled with guilt and remorse.
"I'm fine, are you alright?"
Tears streamed down Sylvie's face as she nodded forcefully. "I thought you... I thought..." Her words were interrupted by her overwhelming emotions.
Even in front of Margarita, she tried her best to suppress her tears and recount everything that had happened. But now, she could no longer hold back, her emotions erupted, and tears streamed down her face.
“It’s alright, Sylvie, everything will be alright.” Even though he was an awkward and somewhat marginalized person, Morse knew what Sylvie had been through.
'I'm such an idiot.'
He was filled with self-reproach, knowing that he had done it on purpose, which made it impossible for him to ignore what had happened.
In the end, all he could do was comfort Sylvie in his arms, patting her back gently and trying his best to soothe her.
"It's fine."
Morse gently patted Sylvie's back as she wept in his arms, overwhelmed by a mixture of relief, sorrow, and joy. Her long-suppressed emotions had finally found an outlet.
Morse's guilt and bitterness were temporarily set aside at this moment, and he offered Sylvie comfort and reassurance.
For some reason, he didn't mind Sylvie touching him like that, but he just thought it was Sylvie's instinctive trait.
In the hospital corridor, several nurses cast reproachful glances at Sylvie as she ran wildly.
When they saw her tear-streaked face and Morse gently touched her, their attitude changed, and understanding replaced their initial blame. They allowed the moment to unfold without further interference.
However, this moment will not last long.
About a minute later, Officer Margarita approached Sylvie and Morse with a serious expression, breaking their reunion. Deep down, she felt a pang of jealousy towards the girl.
'I should probably find a boyfriend too.'
She sighed softly, feeling a sense of loneliness resurfacing at work, and she was not satisfied with this feeling.
"I'm glad to see you're alright, but we need to continue the investigation. We need to know more about what happened. Can you come with me to answer some questions?"
Sylvie's eyes were still swollen from crying. She nodded, trying to calm herself down.
Morse regained his serious expression and nodded. "We'll cooperate. Give us some time; she needs to calm down."
He was about to continue speaking when Sylvie interrupted him. "I'm fine," she said, immediately pulling away from his embrace, her face flushed.
Her earlier actions made her feel a little embarrassed, and she didn't know what to say. She just wanted to change the subject and find a different place as soon as possible.
Morse looked at her and realized she was alright, so he didn't object.
Margarita remained serious, nodded, and accepted Sylvie's suggestion. "Very well. Come with me, we'll resolve this," she said, leading the way into the room.
And so they began to recount everything.