Sweet Sin - S01 E185

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Sweet Sin - S01 E185

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 185

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[Redd Family Hospital Mortuary]

At 6AM, Acosta still sat by the door of the first mortuary room, staring inside the room—at Allison’s stretcher. He’s alone in here.

Last night, he had told the doctors and embalmers to excuse him. He had one of them be in charge of Peach, so he gas been here.

He’s still sitting by that door, still crying, thinking of what life would become after this phase.

The only lady who ever called him by his real last name. The one who advised him about his daughter, and it worked on her. The one who advised him against his ploy on the Redd family and told him to use his talent to get rich instead.

Now, he’s in charge of Seraphina’s building project, a project that’ll get madly popular once it’s done.

But she’s gone.

He tried to swallow saliva, but nothing in his throat.

It itched with dryness.

He looked at the stretcher again, nodding once.

“You know what?” He stood. “I shouldn’t have let you leave when you said you wanted to leave. I should have stopped you by all means. I wish I was a seer that moment, and I wish I have enough power to bring those who did this to you to justice…” He cried again.

“Mr. Simpson!” The doctor came back. “We have to start the embalming process now. We let you wait here only because we were awaiting the arrival of her sister, but it’s clear now that the sister is with the cops and won’t be here anytime soon. The process has to start before the body starts… smelling.”

Acosta nodded, not intending to even argue the slightest.

He followed the doctor’s lead, but when he took a step past the room, he stopped, freezing on the spot.

“Mr. Simpson?” The doctor called.

Acosta took one careful step back, and his eyes caught the stretcher and the body on top of it.

He waited for a second…

Two seconds…

Third one…

And it happened again.

Her finger. The smallest finger.

It moved!

“Did you see that?” He told the doctor without taking his eyes off her.

Obviously, the doctor saw it too. His eyes are also wide.

He didn’t even wait for Acosta to ask again. He pulled his phone and called the resuscitation team.

It only took a minute before they came rushing into the mortuary.

Three doctors.

“She was confirmed dead many hours ago. The bullet was removed from the top of her heart exactly!” One of them said unbelievably.

“On top of her heart?” Acosta gasped. “It didn’t even reach her heart?”

“It grazed her heart a little,” the doctor nodded. “But she was pronounced dead. Her heart stopped, Mr. Simpson.”

“But her finger moved just now. It fuckin moved!” Acosta shouted.

“What are you—”

“Allison’s finger moved!!” Acosta shouted, locking the doctor’s coat. “Get the fuck over there and make checks! Make double checks!”

“I saw the finger move too, and that’s why I called…” Peach’s doctor said.

And that was when the resuscitation team doctors moved. His words made them move into the room finally.

They checked her heartbeats, pulse and body temperature first.

Acosta stayed by the door with Peach’s doctor.

He held the frame so tight it nearly snapped under his grip.

He was praying with his mind, begging God with everything he has, even with his own life.

The team doctors looked up with wide eyes suddenly.

Their eyes met Acosta’s.

“There’s a little warmth on her armpits, and her pulse is slim on her wrists….” They reported.

“I knew it!!!” Acosta bursted into tears again—tears of joy.

“I fucking knew it!” He cried again.

Peach’s doctor placed a palm on Acosta’s shoulder.

“Good thing you stayed here with the body. She’d have been embalmed with the little life she had left…”

Acosta nodded.

“I know, doctor. I know. She’s like my Right in the middle of Wrongs.”

As the team doctors pressed defibrillators to Allison’s chest to call her heartbeats back, Acosta smiled widely with his tears.

“Thank you… thank you, Allison. Thank you for not dying…”

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