I Want To Throw You In Prison But I Can't

The doctor walked out, approaching them with a grim look on his face. Although he wore a silver mask hiding the upper part of his face, Felix could still tell his emotions.

"He's alive and well. But he's unconscious. He may fall into coma," the mysterious man behind the silver mask said emotionlessly.

"Coma? What? For how long?" Felix asked. His face was full of worry.

"Who knows. Ask her," he said and walked back into his room.

Felix turned his attention to her.

"I don't know. I just simply splashed whatever liquid in the bottle onto him."

"Now," he sighed tiredly. "I can only pray that he's safe and sound," Felix clasped his hands together into a prayer.

"I'm sorry," she blurted out. And she really was. But again, he just sighed.

The awkward silence made her even more nervous and ashamed. Why, she wished someone would come and scold or even slapped her face for her deadly mistake. Then she would feel better. But no one did, so right now she felt like a little kid caught steal