The funeral

In an abandoned building, Stefan and Sam tracked Martha's whereabouts in the area, immediately they stepped in, they heard a foul spell which made them close their nose immediately. While they searched the place, they both stopped upon seeing the familiar uniform the lady who squeezed herself into a corner of one of the rooms wore.

“Grace” Sam called walking towards the figure, as he reached them, he touched the body which fell on the ground making them freeze.

“No.. no,” Sam said while Stefan tried to unhand-cuff her from the iron pole that was attached to the wall.

“Grace” Sam called checking her pulse to find out, she still had a weak pulse.

“She’s alive Stefan. She’s alive. We need to rush her to the hospital, I think the bullet hasn’t touched her heart yet but we must be fast” Sam said hurriedly as he felt a weak pulse on Grace's neck. Stefan tried to unhand-cuffed her but he couldn’t so he had no choice but to break Grace's thumb and remove her hand from the handcuff.