Is she human?

He ignite the car and began driving out of the prison, all through the ride his gaze was on the window. Staring at the road they passed through.
“I was just wondering if, they would welcome back home. Though they didn’t find me in prison. Wouldn’t they be happy I’m out? Or would they send me out?”
“They would accept you back..”
“They abandoned me there. Everyone thought I was the murderer.”
“They must’ve seen the news, that you didn’t do it. More reason they would feel sorry for what they have done”
“I so much hope so.”
“You don’t have to worry, if they accept you or not it doesn’t matter, you can always come to live with me.”
“Thanks, You’ve done enough.”

“I haven’t even started yet. I need a lot of memories together. And you’re out. We’ll be preparing to make more memories.”
“Are you going to your house or mine?”
“Let’s go to yours first, I want to see her so badly.” He chuckled.
“Then I can go to mine. And see my family.”
Dixon nodded.
Maeve. Is she awake?
He sniffed.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
He blinked his eyes.

“She couldn’t wait to see you too. She’s was happy when I told her about you. She almost followed me to the prison. She would have come today. But..”
“Why did she come?”
“She’s sick.” He sniffed again. His eyes got clouded with tears.
“Oh no, is it that bad.”
“So bad.”
He suddenly felt bad for Dixon. He could have hugged him but he was driving. He couldn’t do it while he was driving.
He blinked and continued driving.
“She’s gonna be fine.”
He nods.
“I know but it’s hurt to see that way. You won’t understand. I’ll tell you soon. Everything.”
“Is there something about her? Does she has cancer?”
“No.” He chuckled.
“She isn’t dying?”
“No, she not.”

He doesn’t know if she’s dying or not. But she was safe wasn’t she? He could see her every time, she couldn’t be dying.
“She’s just sick, c’mon man, you’re something else. I thought it was something bad.”
He leaned on the seat. And exhaled.
“She’ll be fine.”
“That’s what I keep telling myself every day.”
“You took her to the hospital?”
“I couldn’t.”
“Why?”
“That’s why I said you won’t understand yet. But you’ll get to understand later on.”
“Alright. Don’t get hurt. I couldn’t bear to see you this hurt.”
“I’m trying, if she wakes I’m alive again. I don’t know, it’s like we’re connected somewhere, if she’s in pain I do feel though not as worse as hers. I try to hide everything...”
“So she thinks you’re fine. But you’re not.”
“Heartaches every night.”

“Have you told anyone?”
“You’re the first. I should have tell Green but I wasn’t ready to hear anything bad about it.”
“C’mon Dixon. You need to tell someone if it’s gonna help. Maybe the Green could help. Find some solution to it.”
“I was just selfish. I just want her.”
He screeched the car to a halt. Her hands tighten on the wheel. He buried his head within. Eamon pats his back.
“Can I say you lucky or not lucky with love?” He whispered to himself.
But he heard him.
“It’s okay, I’ve got your back. Nothing would happen to her.”
He lift his head and exhaled.
“Let’s go.”
He continue driving, his house was just a few miles away from here.
“I’m sorry, we should be celebrating your freedom.”
“If I can’t celebrate it with you, there’s no one else. You’re sad I’m sad too. You smile I smile.”
He smiled lightly. Eamon smiled too.
“See You affect me.”
“Never knew I did.”

He turned and drove to where his park was usually parked and stopped the car.
He opened the door and came out.
“Welcome to my humble home.”
Eamon came out as well. And stare at the house. Kinda old.
Well, it was better than nothing.
“Let’s go in.”

They walked in. Dixon opened the door and Eamon's eyes beamed. Was it the house he saw outside?
It was nothing like it.
“Is this a definition of you can’t judge a book by its cover.”
Dixon shrugged.

“Let’s go in. I’ll show around.”
They walked to Maeve’s room and opened the door.
“Let’s go in.”
They entered.
“You’re back Dixon.”
“How is she?”
“Still the same.” He replied dryly.
He walked up to meet her on the bed. Eamon sauntered behind.
Her hair was covered. In her bubble hat.
Her lips were so dry.

Her skin was turning white.
Eamon stares at her. He shook the thought off his head.
“She’s seriously sick. We should take her to the hospital.”
“No!” They replied in unison.
“You must be Eamon.”
“And you must be Green.”
They both nod their heads.
Eamon returned his gaze to her again. Her dark veins in her skin. The strand of white hair that came out of the hat. Before Dixon tucked it in.
“Is she human...?”