Bad News

Cyrus was woken up by his phone ringing as he burrowed himself under the covers. He didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment.

He felt Steve beside him rousing from his sleep and shut his eyes even more. He would deal with the person on the phone. He closed his eyes to stop another round of groan, he missed Rissa, it's been more than a week, the cops were getting cold leads and nobody had anything new, to even pitch forward.

Their new lead Nathan was missing, and they had no idea where he had gone off the grid.

Steve roused up from the bed looking shocked as he said some words but Cyrus wasn't paying attention. What the hell happened?

"We are on our way." He said as he ended the call as Cyrus tried to sleep but Steve pulled him from the bed.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Steve? It's late." He said angrily, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in his sheets and weep for Clarissa.

"It's urgent. Clarissa is at the hospital. We need to go. They just brought her in." He said as