The Unidentified Body

 "How is the progress, Doctor?"

The man asked one of the three men hovering over the body on the bed. The three of them cleared the way for him to see how things were going.

  He smiled at how calm and alive the body is looking. The body has to be a lady, tubes surrounded her everywhere. Her skin was so white and her lips dried and pale. She looked like a lady sleeping peacefully if not for the life machine and the tubes connected to her body. Due to how the body laid on the bed, the face was being shown well, making her difficult to identify.

The life machine was reading no life which seems not to scare the man who just came in. The three other men watched him keenly. The three men were covered on mask and lab coats, none of their faces cane be seen.

  "I am glad, I can't wait any longer."

The man said, his smile can show through his mask. The others nodded and he turned towards them.

  "So what's left now?"

He asked curiously.

One of the men lifted up his gaze at him, "To manipulate the spirit back into the body"

"That's great, I am looking forward to it" The man replied, his voice is hoarse but clear and precise. They all stopped for a second. It had a distinct cold tone, unlike their voices.

  After regarding the three doctors, he turned to look at the lady then left the ward without another word.

Jenny's point of view...

  I walked into the house with a deep frown. Since I left the unknown place I was taken to, I had not uttered a word. The driver that brought me back tried all he could to make me say something. He even went ahead to tell me Harrison is not as bad I think he is as I had told he that Harrison is a bad person. He had to protect his boss anyway.

  I could not stop thinking of how things turned out tonight. Am I really getting married to Harrison Ford? Unbelievable.

  "How in the world did my life become so messed up?"

I hissed loudly as I walked towards Michael's room to say goodnight to him.

As noiselessly as it can be, I opened the door and found his bed empty, I closed the door back and walked towards Mitchell 's room, maybe he is sleeping in his sister's room.

  Getting to Mitchell's room, the bed was empty as well. I closed her door back and headed to my own room. That's the only place they can be when they are not in any of their rooms.

  It has always been three of us in one bed till they turned ten years old. They had their own bed but chose to always sleep in mine, it prompted me to get a king sized bed. It was fun all those days.

  I never thought that one day they will wake up and tell me that they are moving to their own room. That day came and there was nothing I can do, they were growing up and it was needed. Not that their room was not there from the very beginning, they are the one who chose to make use of mine. 

  I pulled my door open and there, two of them were cuddling against each other. I chuckled, seeing them like this you would think they can never disagree. The truth is, both love each other more than anyone else, in fact, I can say they love themselves more than they love me.

  "Will they still love me if I tell them what they need to know?"

I sighed sadly and closed my door, walking further into the room. I smiled at how cute both are looking and kissed each of their foreheads.

  "No matter what will happen, you both are the number one persons in my life. I

 love you very much and the earth knows that" 

 I whispered with tears in my eyes and cracks in my voice. It's so painful to imagine how hurt they will feel. I just pray that no matter how angry they would be, they will be able to understand that I did it for them. That my love for they made me do what I did.

  I removed my dress and wore my pajamas, cleaned my makeup and crawled to the other side of the bed to sleep with hope of things turning out for the better.

 Zain's point of view...

    I stood at the balcony with my two hands behind my back. I had my long white room on and I can tell you that the weather is a bit chilly. My hair has been dancing for a while now. It's a bit breezy too yet I couldn't sleep. I can't tell why. Could it be that it's because of Claire? Yeah, I always miss her whenever she travels to White Hills. I checked myself again and I realized that how restless I am feeling has nothing to do with Claire. It was something else that I can't make out.

  I sighed and watched the night go by. Owen and his wife went out and they are yet to be back. I can't worry about two grown ups. Can I?