CHAPTER 84: TRACKING CHRISTIAN

"Just get the d*mn thing done, Lucas! Find him!" Paul's yelling was the first thing Cecillia heard when she woke up; her head felt like it had been run over by multiple trucks. "I've forwarded his pictures to you; they shouldn't have gone far already. Do anything you can to get him back, " he ordered in a calmer voice but an eerie kind of calm. "Paul?" Cecilla groaned as she tried hard to keep her eyes open. The light in the room was too much for her head. That felt like it was splitting into two. He got off the phone immediately and swiped his head to the bed so fast that it almost looked like it would fall off. "You're awake!" He exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock. He rushed over to her immediately and hugged her on the bed. Cecilla groaned when he moved her head a bit. "Sh*t, I'm sorry." Paul apologized, just realizing that the doctor already told him that she had a concussion. She smiled weakly at him; even smiling made the headache worsen. "What am I doing here?" She ded