A Traitor

Christabel's POV

"Do I look like I am joking to any of you?" Andre's chill voice was carried through the silent ward, as we waited for his response.

But this response was not what we wanted. I could tell from the looks on Adam's and Katherine's faces that they had the same look as mine.

"Andre, don't you see what's being said on the television? How can you say you plan to do nothing?" I pulled Andre's gown, shaking him a little.

I tried my best not to pull hard, due to his stab wound. It was late at night, and we were yet to sleep like in the hospital.

In between our talk, the occasional screams of a patient or doctor shouting for a file or tool, along with the stretcher being rolled to the theater could be heard.

This was why I hated the hospital. You would think it was a place to get well, but you would be surprised at the number of deaths being recorded here daily.

Andre pulled my small palms off his gown gently, his straight face to his brother, "None of you have dealt with Bobby