Meave

Inside a small hospital in the town, at the end of the hall was a small ward, 207. A nurse came of an office, holding a file. She held a small smile on her face. Greeting everyone she came across with. Walking into the ward she was assigned to. She opened the door and enters , shutting it behind her. The ward 207, where a woman lay, in comatose. She was so thin.

The nurse, stare at her and shook her head severally. Still couldn’t understand why the doctor in charge still hadn’t done something about her case. It would have been better taken the oxygen away from her, and let her died, so she could rest.
This was worse. She’d been here for years. Not improving, but keep wasting their resources. She walked closer to her. Her hand went towards her.
Maybe she could help her, help her so she could rest.

Because there’s no way she could live. This was just a waste of time and years.
She placed her hands on the oxygen mask. And pulled it off her face.
The beeping machine whines. The nurse, step back.
In fright.

And fell on her butt. Drawing back from the bed. She was gasping for breath.
The woman in the bed, stare at her. Her eyes were light blue and very dimmed. She stretched out her hand to the nurse. Trying to touch her. The nurse drew back from every of her move. Then she ran out of the ward, screaming.
“M-y d-a-u-g-h-t-e-r....” she struggled to say. But she was out of the ward already.
Her eyes prickle with tears. She stare at space.

“-I p-r-o-m-i-s-e to come find h-e-r” she keep struggling with each word.
Just then, two doctors came in. Shocked to see her awake. The other doctor smiled. And approached her.
“I know you’re gonna life, I know you’ll wake up someday.”
She stare at the doctor name on his coat.
Dr. Nathan.

“How come, how is this possible?” The other doctor asked. Facing the two nurse, the one who came in at first. Stood by the door.
“She’s just F-o-u-r” she said to Dr. Nathan.
“She might have....l-o-s-t her way, I’ve to f-i-n-d her. I promise to.”
Dr. Nathan held her hands. She seems to think the incident that happened was just yesterday.
“It’s been fifteen years.” He slowly announced.
“F-I-f-t-e-e-n What?”
“Fifteen years.”

“No, no” she cried. Holding Dr. Nathan.
“It is. They couldn’t find the girl.”
“I’ve to find her, I promise I would.” She tried coming down from the bed.
She fell.

Dr. Nathan rushed to her and hold her with care.
“She’s four. She can’t live all by herself.” He beckons on a nurse to come forward.
“It isn’t yesterday, fifteen years you’ve been in here. You’re knocked down by a car while you were running. No one thought you would survive. The girl wasn’t found. Till today no one knows her whereabouts.”
“My d-a-u-g-h-e-r” she cried. She had been here for fifteen years. What happened to her daughter, her little girl. She would have been all grown up.
Fifteen years.

How old would she be?
Nineteen.
The more she cried. Trying to accept the fact that her daughter was no longer a child. She’d been in coma all along. Still she’d to find her.
“Help m-e find her.”
Then she collapsed in his arms.
She’d been so worked up with finding her daughter, she carried her back to the bed and lay her to rest. Fixing some drip on her.
He turned to the nurse.
“Take cafe of her.”
He walked out of the room. Back to his office. He sighed. Slumped on his seat. And pulled out his phone. Dialing detective Sean number.
“Hello.”

“Hello. Dr Nathan. It’s been long you called its very thing okay.”
He exhaled.
“She’s awake.”
“Who?”

“Cartel’s wife, Mare. And she’s been asking for her daughter, the went missing years ago”
“Mare’s daughter, the only child of the Cartel.”
“Yeah. I just had to let you know, you were the one who brought her in here. That night. And she’s asking you to help her find her daughter.”
Detective Sean fell silent. The Cartels. They were wealthy, one of the most wealthiest in the town. He was generous and loving man, a man who stood up for What’s is right, a man who fought for the people a man of truth. But his dead was shameful. His body was hanged in the town’s hall. Whoever did that wasn’t caught. And the case then was closed immediately, no investigation nothing, That night the all family was wiped out only the girl’s body wasn’t found. But she was declared dead by the government.

Whatever Cartel did. No one knew. Maybe being truthful was a crime after all.
Detective Sean withdraw the phone from his ear and kept it at the front desk. His clasped his hands over his head, how is he gonna look for her, where is he gonna start from, finding someone that was already declared dead. It seems so impossible for him. He opened his drawer and saw the hair of the demon. This was on his neck as well. He had to find whoever this was. Make sure it doesn’t go around killing people. How is he gonna stop the killer? How can he stop it? If he did catch whoever it is.
Taking out the hair. His hands touched the small pink teddy bear he saw in Lucas basement. And the letter M that was inscribed in it.
“M”

He pushed the chair backwards, stood up from it. The missing fact was it? Is she?
There’s only one way to find out.
He went back to his file, finding everything from the Cartel case. He pulled out the file and went back to his seat. And flipped it, searching for the girl.
He came across her picture. Her name was written beneath it.
Maeve Cartel.
Missing.

Her hair, red brown.
He stare at the hair in his hands.
Red brown.
He ran out of the office. He’d to get results if what he suspects is true.
He was right at the forensic office, giving them the hair.
“We have done it before, detective, why are you still bringing it here. It doesn’t match.”
“This is different. I want to confirm something.”
“Okay.”

He gave the teddy bear to him, he took it.
“Her finger print had to be here isn’t? See if it matches with the girl missing from fifteen years ago”
“Fifteen years ago?”
He nodded.
“That little girl, Cartel daughter.”
“I’ll do a test on it.”
“Thank you.”

He walked away from detective Sean. He waited. While hoping he shouldn’t be her. He didn’t know how long he stay. His thoughts was so occupied to notice he was already standing beside him. He was more perplexed. How come she began a demon. How did it all happened?
“Detective..”
“Is there any possibility?”
“There’s. The little girl fingerprint was found on it.”
Detective Sean. Sighed. He pulled off his tie, unbuttoned some of the button off his sleeve.
“It was her, the killer was her. Maeve Cartel. Is the demon.”
He wasn’t expecting this, but he had to do something about it. He had to find her. And he’ll find her.
Maeve Cartel.