Shadows In Durango

Chapter 120

*****Sofia's POV*****

I forced myself to stay awake despite everything I had gone through during my time trapped in Ashtons basement - my body crying out for sheer rest that I only continued to deny.

I felt guilty to rest, not when Daryl was down the corridor fighting for his own life because of me!

It was a luxury I wasn't prepared to grant myself.

I didn't deserve to rest, not yet at least.

Emma seemed to have dozed off, her head resting on my shoulder as it gradually grew numb with the longer that she leaned on it, but I didn't care too much about it.

Reid remained quiet, as he flicked through his phone unable to fully focus on anything that popped up, seeming to look up every few minutes or so towards the same door that Vincent had disappeared through earlier.

I assumed that he must've got let through to see him which I was at least glad about since he hadn't come back...

He needed to see him way more than any of us right now.

Watching the officers tie Vincent up and drag him off in the police car as though he were the one who had committed the crimes belonging to Ashton, broke me. Especially knowing how worried he must've been down at the station knowing that his best friend was here in critical condition.

Swallowing hard, I use my free hand to reach up and scrub at my raw eyes - demanding that they don't give up on me just yet.

I need to stay awake, just to find out if Daryl is ok...

It had already been long, draining hours of just sitting here waiting, seeing a number of patients come and go as the day quickly turned to night around us.

We had met with Daryl's aunt Amelia who had gone outside for a cigarette a number of times since being here too - barely saying two words each time she passed by - only offering us a small wave or a sad, painted on smile.

I could tell she was a kind lady, although deeply saddened by what was going on, and I mean,

her? Her nephew was

my teeth and begin to chew it, using it as a brief

like I should be doing more right now but there wasn't much

useless in all of this. I was simply

around at the same pale yellow walls, with my gaze skimming by each poster and sign that I had already read over a hundred times by now: each one promoting optimal health and new treatments, I struggle to find anything new to

just as I thought I couldn't stand another minute of the waiting, the door over to the far right swung open with a loud bang only before Vincent himself came rushing through, his face

the sleep to see what was going

a split second, Vincent didn't even acknowledge us. His gaze swept over our small group, but instead of coming

stomach dropped

Something seemed wrong.

had gone terribly? Why was he running out

drained of color. "What the hell is going on?" His voice wavered, a reflection of the fear clawing at my own

around at the empty room expecting to find

moment I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I was frozen in absolute fear of what was yet

story. Share the joy of reading with others and

out like that unless he was

half asleep. "What's happening? Is

don't know!" I cut her off, my voice trembling harshly. "Just... let's just wait here." I

could take a step or go anywhere, Vincent came back through the entrance, this time with Daryl's aunt Amelia in tow who had been outside for 'fresh air' that she told us she

eyes scanned over her face next, but it wasn't giving much away, and she didn't stop to say a word

determined as she headed straight down that same daunting corridor towards Daryl's

bending forward slightly with his hands resting

chest heaved before us, and sweat glistened on his forehead as neither of the

What was going on?!

childlike, as he finally decided to

as though he had just remembered about us being here, as he remained panting with his

compose himself, the weight of our expectant stares pressing down on him before he eventually shuffled his way closer

Then, finally, he spoke...