Both Bobby and Jett were left battered and bleeding. Bobbyâs white shirt was now streaked with crimson, the fabric clinging to his side where blood had soaked through. Jett fared no better. His swollen eye was nearly shut from Bobbyâs relentless punches, and his breathing was ragged. Panic gripped Fannie as she fumbled to call for an ambulance, her hands trembling.
Just then, Jett grabbed an ashtray and charged at Bobby again. Out of the corner of her eye, Fannie saw the sudden movement. Without thinking, she stepped in front of Bobby, her instincts overriding reason.
Bobbyâs expression twisted in horror. âNo!â he shouted, reaching to pull her back, but he was too late.
The ashtray came down with a sickening thud, striking Fannieâs head. Her body crumpled instantly, and her eyes fluttered shut. She didnât open them again.
âFifi!â Bobby cried out, his voice breaking as he caught her limp body in his arms.
Jett froze, his face paling as the ashtray slipped from his fingers. He had been so blinded by rage that he hadnât realized what heâd done until the collective gasps of those around him pierced the air.
âFifi⦠Fifi!â Jettâs voice cracked, disbelief and horror etched into his features.
Bobby scooped Fannie into his arms and rushed out. Waiting for the ambulance wasnât an option. The hospital was close, and the onlookers sprang into action, pressing the elevator button and notifying hospital staff to prepare for their arrival.
Inside the elevator, Fannieâs blood mixed with Bobbyâs on the floor. Bobby was drowning in regret. He cursed his sharp tongue for provoking Jett and blamed himself for Fannieâs pain.
Fannie had overestimated her own strength, stepping in to protect him from the ashtray. The image of her hurt was far more agonizing than any of his own injuries.
At the hospital, Fannie was rushed into the operating room, and Bobby collapsed into a chair in the hallway, his legs trembling with anxiety.
Jett arrived shortly after, his face pale. âHowâs Fifi?â
Bobbyâs fury ignited at once. âHow dare you ask that? Are your eyes just decorations? Didnât you see it was her?â
Jettâs expression tightened as he shoved Bobby aside. âYouâre not needed here. Iâll call her family. You should leave!â But this time, Bobby kept his composure. âNo. Youâre the one who should leave.â
Jett glared at him, his jaw clenched as tension crackled in the air between them. Before the situation could escalate, Dulce arrived and stepped between them. âJett, letâs wait until Fannie comes out to talk. Come on, letâs get your wounds taken care of first.â
After his wounds were bandaged, Jett returned to the operating room door and sank into a chair, his head hanging low with guilt. Dulce sighed. âJett, you nearly caused a tragedy today.â
âI know,â Jett admitted quietly, his voice thick with regret. âI was too impulsive.â
Dulce couldnât stand seeing her brother so despondent. She gave his shoulder a gentle pat, her tone comforting. âFannie wonât hold it against you. You know that.â
âYeah, I know,â Jett replied, his throat tight with emotion. And knowing that only made the guilt heavier. No matter what he did, Fannie always treated him with polite indifference, never letting anything he said or did truly affect her.
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