Jo's Death

Karen didn't answer, her eyes were like fire, and her hands were clenched into fists. There was a threat in the air, and no one knew what would happen next. Delia Asia Vieira hadn't had time to catch her breath after the heated argument between Noah and Karen York, when suddenly a terrible, deafening sound of breaking glass was heard from the window of the nursery on the second floor. Everyone froze in place, and even Karen, who was just about to sink her claws into someone present, suddenly froze like a statue. They all turned towards the house, not understanding what was happening.

And then Jo Thueson flew out of the window, her face twisted in terror, her eyes wide open. She rushed towards the window in panic, but at some point, it was as if something was pulling her down, and she collapsed, curled up in midair. Delia Asia Vieira didn't even have time to realize what had happened before Jo Thueson landed with a thud on the small, colorful carousel that stood on the property. The moment she fell, the world seemed to freeze, and silence swallowed up all sound.

Karen's legs gave way and she grabbed the threshold, but she couldn't keep herself up. She fell to the ground, panicked and absolutely terrified, her face pale, her eyes bloodshot, as if the very life had gone out of her.

Noah jumped up in horror and immediately ran to Jo, who lay motionless, her head badly mangled. He began shaking her shoulders, as if trying to bring her back to life. His screams echoed in the air.

"Jo! No, darling, NO!" he cried, his voice breaking, full of despair and pain.

He shook her harder, hoping that her eyes would open, that she would respond in some way. But Jo did not respond, her body remained cold and motionless, and a thin stream of blood flowed from the wound on her forehead, slowly spreading across her face.

Delia Asia Vieira stood nearby, watching this, feeling her heart literally squeeze inside her. It was as if her internal processor had slowed down, every frame of what was happening before her eyes was cut out of the real world.

But unlike Noah, who was losing his head, Delia Asia Vieira was not losing her mind. As a robot, she could not afford to give in to emotions, especially in moments like these. She took a step back, mentally scanning the situation, and realized that she had to act quickly.

Her movements were quick and precise. She ran into the house without distraction, knowing that every second mattered. The sound of her footsteps echoed in the empty house until she reached the telephone. Delia Asia Vieira grabbed the receiver, quickly dialed the ambulance number, her voice louder to convey the gravity of the situation.

"Ambulance! This is an emergency! Head injuries, possible neck injury, unconsciousness! Send help immediately to..." she said clearly, without missing a beat.

In response, she was immediately promised that a team would be sent, and Delia Asia Vieira hurried to end the call to return to the scene of the incident.

Back outside, she noticed that Noah was still standing next to Jo. He seemed oblivious to everything around him, his hands shaking Jo, his face twisted in a painful grimace. He was confused and hopeless, not knowing how to go on living.

Delia Asia Vieira, leaving him in his emotions, went to Karen. The woman was still lying on the grass, her body shaking with involuntary sobs, but it seemed she could no longer even stand up. Everything around was complete chaos.

"Karen, you need to get yourself together," Delia Asia Vieira said in a cold but calm voice. "The ambulance is on its way. Please try not to panic. We will do everything to help Jo."

Karen didn't answer. She just took a deep breath, her face still terribly pale, like someone whose soul was lost somewhere inside.

Time dragged on, but Delia Asia Vieira couldn't afford to worry. Instead, she surveyed the area, assessing potential risks and preparing for her next task. Jo's life was now in the hands of the medics, and her role was clear - she had to be ready for anything to help and support those around her.

Soon, the siren and flashing lights of an ambulance rolled into the yard. Two nurses and a doctor ran out, ordering everyone to quickly approach the body. Noah, who was still sobbing, holding Jo Thueson's cold, lifeless hands in his own, was torn from the body by the nurses with their combined efforts. His cries of "No!" echoed across the empty yard, his face was covered in tears, and his voice broke into echoes of despair.

The medics quickly loaded Jo's body onto a stretcher and, ignoring his protests, carefully and professionally carried her to the car. Immediately, the car's siren wailed and disappeared into the distance, taking with it the last trace of the tragedy.

Karen York, who had been lying on the ground a moment before, now rose to her feet, somewhat unsteadily. She turned toward the house, her face looking completely devoid of emotion, as if the life in her had drained away like water through a sieve. Delia Asia Vieira walked silently toward her, holding her shoulder. She knew that now was not the time for words.

"Come on, Karen," said the robotess, gently leading her toward the house.

There was no fear in her voice, but there was something inevitably calm and confident.

Karen did not answer, but followed Delia Asia Vieira into the house with restraint. Broken and devastated, she allowed herself to be led into the living room, where she was seated at the table. Delia Asia Vieira went to the shelf where the decanter with the inscription "Vin de Table" stood, and poured wine from it, handing Karen a glass. It was the only thing left in the house - a quiet scene, filled with melancholy, like the atmosphere that reigned in this place.

Karen silently accepted the glass and drained it, not looking at Delia Asia Vieira, with an empty gaze directed at the window. The birds were chirping happily, and a dog was playing outside the window, the world continued to exist, but for Karen, it seemed that everything had already ended.