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Tom finally gained consciousness after a while. He could feel the soft hand of his wife Vanessa on his hand. Looking into her sienna brown orbs, he needed no one to tell him that she had been crying nonstop.
"Any news about Clark?" He finally got himself to say as he struggled to sit up on the bed.
"No," Vanessa replied, her eyes stinging with unborn tears.
"We'll find him, my love," Tom assured, trying to calm her down.
"I know Tom, you need to rest, and get bet-" She stopped to see who was entering the room only to see it was the doctor and an unfamiliar man.
"Good day, Mr. and Mrs. Tom. I'm detective Mike. I'll be the one handling your Son's kidnapping case," the man said, a British accent thick in his tone.
"Good day, detective. Any news on my son?" Tom asked, trying to ignore the pain stabbing at his wounded body.