100 Ways to Solve a Murder-Chapter 82: Act 3--The Suicide

2 days later, Guy’s ICU

Marco walked inside the white tinted room, eyes looking through the wide glass. It was 2 weeks ago when he last saw her in her home. Now, she lied there, on the other side of the glass, a tube stuck in her throat.

Looking lifeless.

She was thinner than he remembered. Her skin didn’t glow with youth and health, instead it was pale like paper and dry.

She looked so fragile.

She had let herself go.

She let depression take her.

Elle stood beside him, looking at the same view of Sam lying on the bed. Machines and tubes stuck on her body.

Elle’s eyes were red from crying all night. Marco looked at her, eyes demanding ’what the fuck happened?’

Elle hiccuped, and she wiped her tears, trying to calm herself. "The maid came in as scheduled this morning and found her inside the tub, Marco." she started, imagining it. She should have been with her. She shouldn’t have left her alone.

"Lab results show she overdosed herself with sleeping pills. She tried to kill herself, Marco." Elle said, gritting her teeth in anger at the redhead, and most of all herself.

Marco looked at Sam through the wide windows, and he clenched his own jaw.

Why? Why did you do this Sam??

...

7 Eastbourne Rd.

Levi could hear the pounding of each step coming closer to his flat as he sat there on his chair. A book was in his hand, but he wasn’t reading it.

He couldn’t, his mind was elesewhere.

Seconds later the bearded man barged in his flat, eyes narrowed at him immediately.

"LEVI!" Marco shouted.

Mrs. Whitehall almost dropped the cup she was drying in her kitchen downstairs when she heard it. She climbed up to the psychologist’s flat as soon as her slow body could take her. And the old flabby woman looked at the two, mostly Marco who’s body was stiff, and full of tension. His hands were balled in anger, knuckles white and his jaw was clenched.

"Marco, what’s the matter, dear?" Mrs. Whitehall asked concerned.

Marco ignored the old woman, as he continued to glare at the slick blond.

"You’re not answering your phone." he seethed.

Levi didn’t answer, didn’t acknowledge his existence as he remained seated in his chair.

Marco moved, standing directly in front of him. He was shaking now. He left him multiple messages. He even called him, only god knows how many times. But there was no reply, no response whatsoever.

Marco eyed the mobile on his table and he grabbed it and looked at it. And he gritted his teeth more at the sight, "You clearly received my messages. And you read them." he said, shaking. He was trying to be as patient as he could be. But his friend’s dick-personality was making it harder, so much harder.

"So, you know?" Marco stated. Of course, Levi knows. But the psychologist continued to ignore him, he was just sitting there staring at thin air, a book in hand.

"What’s going on, dear?" Mrs. Whitehall asked again, and Marco turned to her for a brief moment, seeing the worry in her aged eyes. At least someone other than him was concerned.

"Sam... Mrs. Whitehall is in Intensive Care as we speak..." he informed, turning to Levi to watch any form of reaction from his face.

Nothing.

"Oh, dear..." Mrs. Whitehall said, feeling weak in the knees.

"Her maid found her in the tub, unconscious, barely alive, after she overdosed herself, with sleeping pills." he said, then he turned to Levi.

"SHE TRIED TO KILL HERSELF, LEVI!!! Are you even listening!?" he shouted, grabbing the blond’s collar and shaking him, looking him right in the eyes.

There was sadness there, Marco saw it. But it was gone as soon as it appeared and he let the psychologist go.

"She tried to kill herself, and you sit here as if nothing happened. Where is Levi who fixated over her case just to give her justice?! WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN YOU TWO!?" Marco demanded, yet again he received no answer from Levi.

Defeated, Marco huffed and walked out of the flat.

.... 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Evans’ Residence

Lisa watxhed the news in the telly, while Marco quietly sat in their living room eyes glued on Elizabeth playing in the corner.

"....We are Live at Guy’s with Chairman Dr. Kesler with his statement.’ a reporter said over her mic, looking at the camera.

She shifted to the doctor, mic pointed towards the old man’s mouth.

"We confirm that Dr. Samantha Gray is in the hospital as a patient. She was admitted this morning and is currently in Intensive Care. We ask for your prayers for her fast recovery. Thank you.’ Dr. Kesler’s simply said.

’Dr. Kesler is it true Dr. Gray was found in her home after a suicide attempt?’ the reported asked.

"No comment." the chairman replied, ending the interview immediately and stepping back inside the hospital.

The reporter faced the camera,

"It was rumored that Dr. Gray was found unconscious in her new home in Downing unconscious, after overdosing herself with sleeping pills early this morning. No statement yet from her family and friends." The reporter added.

Marco glared at the TV,

"Look at them. Son of---" he cursed under his breath then he switched the telly off angrily.

Lisa frowned, she could see the tension in her husband, she knows the reason why. His friend, and hers as well, just tried to end her life.

Marco turned to Lisa, his wife, eyes searching for any form of enlightenment. An answer to the question repeating over and over again in his head.

"Why?" He asked almost in a plea.

"Why would she?...to even consider it?!" he added, now lost. How can a person, one of the wisest people he has ever come to know...would even consider that, as a solution to her problems.

He was lost, his best friend was unresponsive, lacking all sentimentality at the woman he knew he had cared for more than any woman out there.

More than all of them combined.

And out of the blue, he just stopped caring?

Was that even possible?

To stop caring?

Was his friend such a monster, that he could just turn his emotions off and on whenever he pleases?

"I don’t understand...I just don’t..." Marco said, almost in a whisper. Lisa saw it, he was breaking. Her hands enveloped him in a hug, "I know... I know..." she held him.

Why were the two smartest people he knew, both acting like bloody idiots?

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2weeks later, Guy’s Hospital

"What happens now?" Marco asked Elle as they both watched in a distance, Sam being pushed in a wheelchair towards the exit, after being discharged from the hospital.

"She’ll have to be institutionalized, Marco," Elle said, not happy with it.

Marco sighed, he had his suspicion. "She’s unstable, unresponsive, she needs to be...safe," Elle explained as if trying to convince herself and failing.

"She’ll be safe there." She repeated, that, she believed in it. Marco placed a comforting hand over her shoulder, both of them watched as a car came to stop before the redhead to pick her up.

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Jackson Detective’s

Marco eyed the psychologist on the mustard sofa in the office holding a magazine. Legs on top of the table, looking as pristine as always.

"She’ll be sent to an asylum if you care," Marco informed, still cross with him.

Levi scoffed, gripping the magazine in his hand. "Isn’t that what you wanted? Professional help?" the blond mocked.

Marco glared at him, whilst Joe and Alex quietly lowered their heads knowing full well there will be shouting match soon.

"I can’t comprehend how you are capable of treating this as a joke," the bearded man spat annoyed.

"And I don’t see why this bothers you so much." Levi shot back.

Marco’s eyes widened and his mouth hang agape, he was shocked. And blood ran to his face. making it red in fury.

His palms slammed against the wooden table and the two jumped from their seats. Marco stood seething, leaning forward glaring at the blond.

"How could this NOT bother me!? Levi? Do explain that to my inferior mind! Cause I can’t see it. Your brilliance! Your genius intellect is not bothered by the fact that your friend! YOUR FRIEND! Just tried to kill herself." he shouted.

"Did you, forget it? The times you spent with Sam?!" The bearded man roared in fury, looking down at his best friend. All respect for him suddenly lost.

How could he just sit there, doing nothing?

Marco can’t comprehend how he was capable of that, not caring.

He loved that woman.

He loved Sam, even if he denied it. Marco knew Levi loved her.

The way he treated her with care. The gentleness in his voice when he speaks to her.

Gestures he only did for her.

He cared deeply for her and how he could deny that so easily then, Marco couldn’t understand.

So, how could he just do that? Stare back at him with those unbothered hazel eyes. With that same smug look on his face.

Marco expelled a breath, looking at the psychologist.

"I can’t believe you, it’s like you’re a completely different person. How can you just sit there, while she is in so much pain and suffering, that the only solution she finds is death? How can you not care for her?" he demanded.

Marco shook his head,

"Levi, not caring for Sam? That can’t be real." he said, mostly to himself but Levi heard him.

Marco stepped away from his table and moved towards the door, grabbing his coat. He couldn’t stay in the same room as him. He couldn’t stand it.

"Who. Are. You?" Marco asked the psychologist, before he stepped out of the office.