Murder Your Bestfriend

Nolan stood before Martha at the special room in the presidential lodge that the doctor had been treating her. It had been six days since Martha had been brought here and yet no improvement. For her to eat, she literally had to be fed. She couldn't even hold a spoon talkless of lifting her finger. Sincerely, Martha looked like someone that could die any moment for now.

Nolan folded his arms and mumbled, " how can Broderick be so heartless to make a human being a living dead? Would it not have been better if he shot her dead?"

He called," Martha! Martha!" But didn't get a response as expected. She looked like a log of wood on the bed. Even her legs were not stretched straight, they were curved as her bones had been stiffed.

The door barged open all of a sudden an old man and two women walked in, they were Lord Douglas, Nell and Edith. Edith ran immediately towards Nolan and asked," where is my daughter?"

Nolan eventually had to tell them he found Martha today, all these while that