Allison & Scribe. Part 7

It took a while, but finally a knock came at his door. He got up and opened it. Doc and Data both came into his room. Allison was sitting up on the bed. Her hands were clasped tightly waiting for whatever they had to say.

"I contacted the lab. They told me the tests weren't completed yet. They assured me there was no way Larissa had their results already." Doc explained.

Scribe clenched his fists together. That no good bitch. Upsetting his woman like this. Trying to break them up again. He was done being Mr. Nice guy. She was about to meet Mr. Asshole.

"I did some digging into her electronics. She had searches for lab results. Most likely she copied some from online and edited the names and stuff." Data explained.

"Thanks guys. And Doc, you'll let me know asap?" Scribe asked.

"Of course. I've told them to call me immediately before any results are sent out." Doc confirmed.

They both left and Scribe shut and locked the door. He thought Allison