“Cassie. Wake up.” He ordered after he had slipped on his pants.
Cassie whined incomprehensively in her sleep and turned over.
“I’m being serious. You need to get up.”
“No.” She whined, as she rolled over. “Leave me alone. I’m tired.”
“Cassie!” He ordered as he grabbed her by the shoulders and made her to sit up. “Get the fuck up! Isabel’s hurt.”
Most of the sleep cleared from Cassie’s eyes. “What?”
“Eliza was the one that called me. She said that someone just got hurt and mentioned Isabel. Eliza’s a doctor so I’m sure she did the best she could.”
“It can’t be my Isabel. There are many people named Isabel in the world.”
“She said that it was an Isabel Gomez.” Felix said. “And I know. There are many people named Isabel Gomez in the world but we have to head downstairs. Your Isabel or not, we have to make sure that whoever was shot is fine. It’s the right thing to do. Maybe try calling Isabel to check if she’s alright.”
Cassie rolled off the bed, slipped on her dress and pulled up the zip in one fluid motion. She opened her clutch and turned it upside down over the bed. “Isabel’s not picking up.” She declared after trying her number twice. She abandoned her heels for the complementary shower shoes that the hotel provided and stamped out of the room, leaving Felix behind.
It took Felix a little while longer to leave the room as he had tried and failed to button up his shirt. With his shirt still unbuttoned, he grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room, realizing only as the door shit behind him that he had left the keycard inside. It didn’t take him much effort to meet up to Cassie as although she had been walking briskly, his longer strides made it easier for him to catch up to her.
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