He's in a critical condition

Freda's POV

I stayed there on the ground, unable to decide what next to do as I watched Hardin slowly lose consciousness. I tried to murmur words out, but the only thing I could do was cry. Tears filled my eyes and rolled down my cheek freely as I could not do anything. “Hardin, please wake up.” I thought in my mind but could not bring myself to say it out. I tried to swallow the lump that grew in my throat, but each time I tried, it ended up growing bigger. My heart continued to race faster as I tilted my head around, confused.

“Well, that was just a bonus. You both think you could really do all that to me and get away with it?” Jim said as he slowly approached me with the gun pointed towards me. At this point, nothing else mattered to me, as all I wanted was to see Hardin awake again. I heaved a sigh, cleaning the tears from my eyes to have a clearer vision of Jim. I gave him a stern look, and his cocky smile slowly transformed into a frown. I could only imagine the cruel things tha