SSHS 81 Inside the head of Albert as he jogged through the halls of the hospital, trying to find where Hestia could have gone. It is true of the matriarch of the Don Brook family, that Hestia’s expression was far from what he had been used to. ‘Well, she does not really show her emotions in the first place. And her emotions only leak through her voice. It was to the point that we thought her face was something made out of metal or plastic, that is why her face was so stoic. Still, it is better to confirm.’ Albert continued to ponder on that thought of his, as he continued to jog through the halls of the hospital, realising that most of all the people that he passes by were all sticking to the wall; and if there were groups of people, they are mostly crumpled in a huddle, whispering to each other. “What do you think that was about?” One of the nurses whispered to his companion as they both stayed to the side of the hospital corridor. Albert tried to eavesdrop a little, wanting to k
SSHS 82 Still sobbing yet still able to form and speak words, Yvett looked up from bowing down to let her forehead touch her daughter’s who was still unresponsive but is now asleep— at least, that was what the doctors said. “Bu— but, what is exactly wrong with my daughter? What is wrong with her? What made her like this?” Yvett asked the doctors in front of her, trying her best to not burst into another round of tears. Surprisingly, her husband was nowhere to be found beside her, nor the room that Yulia was in. If the staff of the House of Don Brook were to see this, nor anyone that they are close to, it would be such a spectacle, such an odd thing to happen— to see that the Don Brook couple were not together— not beside each other. “First of all, where is your husband, mam?” the doctor asked and then added, “We need to make sure that both of you hear this and understand it to the fullest.” the two other doctors nodded their heads in agreement. There was a moment of silence in the
SSHS 83 Without the presence of her husband by her side, Yvett continued to break down as the doctors tried to console her, get her to calm down, but it was all in vain. It even got to the point of the doctors looking at the two undercover young spies— their eyes pleading for help. ‘Help us please.’ their eyes pleaded and the two young undercover spies felt obliged to help, and help they did. Hestia and Albert went and walked toward the weeping mother and tried their best too to console her. “Would it make you feel better if we search for Mr. Don Brook?” Albert asked, his tone full of concern and worry for the weeping mother. Yvett gave a nod as a reply, and Albert stood up to begin his search for Azrael Don Brook. Hestia was also about to stand up when Yvett held her hands and asked her to stay. “Please, stay with me? I’m sure Albert can do the job just fine. Ju, please, can't you stay with me?” Yvett begged Hestia, her voice going strained and weak again as her words became inaud
SSHS 84 Hestia did what she was told, she stayed by the side of the weeping mother and she did her best to calm down the sobbing and crying woman. The precious daughter of the Don Brook family is still unconscious, and that the doctors have yet to explain the situation Yulia was in as they prefer that both parents are there to understand the situation they are in. “We just have to wait for an update from Albert.” said Hestia to the doctors as she guided Yvett into sitting on a proper chair rather than continue weeping on the floor. “Please sit here Mrs. Don Brook, I can't promise anything to you— promise that anything nor everything will be better— but I can do promise you that I will stay by your side. For as long as you like.” Hestia said, her voice full of concer, almost sincere emotions as she spoke to the crying woman beside her. Internally, yes, it surprised her, confused her even as she can actually do such a thing. ‘Almost thought I was a robot but…’ she thought to herself as
SSHS 85 “Well, speak of the devil, hre he is.” murmured one of the doctors who was beside her. She knew that such a statement was rude, especially in a situation like this, but it is not the very concern right now. As Azrael stood to the open door of the room that they were in, a loud silence was heard by everyone in the room, even Yvett was not able to move that quickly even— aside from the dextrose, her shock contributed to her being frozen still for a while— and after she recovered, she hurriedly got off of the bed and slowly walked towards her husband. Azrael welcomed her with an open arms, ready to hug her and Yvett melted to her husband’s embrace upon contact, not caring if her husband had caused her to be in that state due to too much crying and him not being by her side as a support. The important thing is, “You’re here. You’re finally here.” Yvett said as another stream of tears flowed from her eyes. But unlike a while ago when her tears were of negative emotions, her te
SSHS 86 As the two senior spies hurried Albert and Hestia inside the headquarters, the two of them could not help but to notice how everyone was a lot busier than ever. It was so busy that no one even bothered to greet them a good evening or to acknowledge their presence— something that is common and even customary to all employees and spies of the ISO. It would seem weird for someone who is new to the ISO, but to Albert and Hestia, it is something that they have only seen the second time around, and as far as they both can remember, the last time they saw such thing happen, it meant that there are some changes with the assignment, that a certain mission was perceived as something as being placed in an easy level, yet as the mission was being handled, it was realised to be in a level that a senior spy must handle. “Come on, move along.” Agent 10 ushered the two young spies to walk faster, “We can’t afford to be any later, this is urgent.” as the hands of Agent 10 then pushed Albert
SSHS 87 Sunday at La Florence Academy was quite buzzing that morning. Students are pouring back into their dorms as they go back home to have a little visit to their family or to just destress by having a mini travel with their friends. The entrance gate if the school has a long line of vehicles either waiting to get in as the students own it, or that their family chauffeur was dropping off their client from a long trip. Each of them having their own group or circle once they entered the vicinity of the school, all of them engaging into a conversation, sharing their time away from the school grounds. “Oh, my, gosh, girl! Is it true you got a backstage pass at the Coachella?” asked one of the girls who was included in the fashion circle of the school. She was so excited and giddy that she was practically jumping up and down as she asked the question. The girl in question then replied, “Yes! And I even got to try some of their dresses!” As she said that, she pulled her phone from
SSHS 88 “Hestia!” Excami knocked one more time as she shouted. She received no response from the other side of the door, and seemed to be completely empty as there is no sound that can be heard. Nothing at all. She knocked again, this time, at a more rapid pace while she continued to call the name of the Student Council Vice President. “Hestia! Are you there!? Please answer me!” It was so loud and annoying to some of the students who were already there that they came out of their rooms. “Hey? Is something the matter?” one of the female students asked, as they are the one who has the closest room to Hestia. When Excami turned to face whoever asked her, her face showed how out of breath she was: she was panting, her face was a bright red from the lack of oxygen, her eyes shows the panic that she was feeling to the point that a tear drop was visible at the edge, her mouth open as she tries to gasp for air and visibly tired as she has been calling for Hestia for quite a long time now. I