Chapter 84 Worry
As the officers got down as a result of the escaped burglar shooting at the sky, the shock she was slowly recovering from returned.
Despite the chaos he had caused, the officers were kind enough to wrap his right hand in gauze to prevent him from bleeding to death.
However, the burglar paid that kindness by breaking his left hand out of the handcuffs and trying to kill someone.
“Please put the gun down! You're going to hurt someone!”, an officer said, trying to bargain with the burglar who held the gun.
“Shut up!
Now where's that idiot who shot my arm!?”, the burglar asked, his one hand dangling a handcuff and the other holding a stolen gun.
The silence that ensued annoyed the burglar as he wasn't intent on making his escape without gunning anyone down.
“You think you can run away you bitch!”, The burglar said, his bloodshot eyes being even more obvious as his mask had been removed.
“Huh?!”, he demanded as he pulled the trigger, aiming directly for the officer's forehead.
A couple of seconds passed and they still hadn't heard a gunshot.
Quite shaken, the officer the burglar confronted opened his eyes to see him aggressively pulling the trigger.
Something was definitely wrong with the gun, he thought as he ran towards the burglar, slamming him down in a spear.
“Ma'am!
Are you okay?!”, the paramedic asked, seeing that the burglar had been tackled by the officers.
“Huh?!”, Isabella asked, standing up from the position she took cover in when the burglar stole the gun.
“Are you hurt?!”, the paramedic asked again, this time, towards Isabella and Celia.
“Yes!
No! I mean no!
I'm okay!”, Isabella replied, still muddle headed from the double shock she went through in the same night.
“You need to take a long nap!”, the paramedic said, facing Isabella.
“Do you live with her…!”, The conversation between the paramedic and Celia quickly drowned out of Isabella's head as she watched the officers shove the burglar into a patrol car and take him away.
She had no idea where they were taking him.
The police station maybe, Isabella thought as her eyes trailed the car as it drove out of the street.
The whole thing begged a question, “is this whole street safe?”.
Isabella asked, interrupting the conversation between Celia and the paramedic.
“Uhm what?!”
“What are you talking about?!”, both ladies asked as Isabella looked at them with a conflicted expression.
“Do you think I need to move?!”, Isabella asked again, glancing down at her belly, where she was carrying her growing baby.
The turn of events of the night had made her quickly realize that she cared very much about the being she just found out about its existence.
“Uhmm is she clear to leave!”, Celia asked, opting to escort Isabella to her apartment to have that conversation.
“Yes! She is!
Don't forget!
Bed rest!”, the paramedic replied as the ladies hopped out of the van.
“Thank you!
Come on!”, Celia said, gently dragging a dazed Isabella back to her apartment.
The street looked rather different from the view Celia always got everytime she headed home in the evening.
“Are you okay?!”, Celia asked Isabella as they headed towards her apartment, the blanket the cops had provided still wrapped around her shoulders.
“I guess!”, Isabella replied, finally getting the awareness that she still held on to the drugs she had left her place to buy.
“It's fine! We need to get you on your bed!
Remember what the lady from earlier said…?!”, Celia drawled, actually engaging Isabella in a conversation.
“...I need to get a lot of rest!”, Isabella completed, still limping from the injury on her leg.
“Exactly! Now! Do you have your keys!?”, Celia asked as they got to the compound that led to Isabella's apartment.
“Yeah! They're in my pockets!”, Isabella answered, turning her back to Celia.
Immediately reading her intentions, Celia grabbed the keys from one of her back pockets after feeling that the other was empty.
The ladies entered the apartment, reveling in the warmth that welcomed them.
Quite shaken, Isabella gently placed the drugs on her table as her bed seemed like the safe haven which had appeared out of nowhere.
“Now, that's the energy we need!”, Celia said, seeing that Isabella was heeding to the paramedic’s advice.
“I need water!”, Isabella said as she attempted to leave the bed.
“It's fine! I'll get it!”, Celia said, going towards the kitchen to actually get Isabella a glass of water.
“Are you okay?”, Celia asked, knowing that the situation could have been a lot worse if the gun hadn't grazed her legs.
“I'm fine! You've already asked me this a million times!”, Isabella said sarcastically as she gulped water from the glass Celia handed her.
“I'm just worried you know!
First you're pregnant and you live so far away from me!
Now you have an injury on your leg!
How are you going to do anything ?”, Celia said, expressing her worries.
“I will be fine Celia! There is no way I wouldn't! You literally check in every one hour!”, Isabella said, continuing her sarcasm.
“I'm actually serious Isabella! When is your next appointment?!” Celia asked.
“I don't have one yet! I just went to get a test!”, Isabella answered.
“Ohh okay!
When will you go check up on your leg, so you can get a doctor for your baby?!”, Celia asked again.
“I'm not sure it works that way!”, Isabella said, chuckling.
“It's not so far off I guess! I'm just really worried! Tonight wasn't funny!
You were held at gunpoint and you were shot!”, Celia said, Like Isabella hadn't experienced the whole thing.
“I know Celia! I know!”, Isabella said, genuinely thankful for Celia.
“It doesn't sound like it!
Please take this seriously! There's a whole child inside of you!”, Celia said.