Chapter 2

Grace's Pov

“The cops are on their way, let's go,” I heard, and their footsteps started to fade away. 

After waiting for some minutes and hearing nothing, I released a breath and looked down at the stranger.

What did he do to have those men after him?

I looked at his features closely and took note of his pink lips, sharp jawline, which looked like it would cut me if I touched it, and I was tempted to. 

My eyes fell on his wound on his lower abdomen, which was bleeding, and I pressed hard on it to stop the bleeding.

I opened my bag and took out the small kits I always carry about. 

I opened it and skimmed through the items before picking a Rochester forcep. I inserted the forcep into the wound and used it to grip the bullet.

 I removed it and blood started gushing out. I immediately opened a sterile saline and poured it over the wound to stop before cutting a cotton wool and placing it over it.

I looked for a bandage in my bag but couldn't find any. I cut a piece of his shirt, which wasn't stained with blood, and tied it around the wound. 

That should help till he finds proper medical attention. 

Two.

The man said he shot him twice. I looked for the other bullet wound and found it near the chest. 

I inspected it and sighed in relief, the bullet wasn't so deep and it missed some ribs.

I removed the bullet also and dressed it to the best I could.

It was a messy dressing but I can't help more than that since I don't have the right instruments. 

His hands were still holding onto the gun and documents.

Was that why they were after him? For the document?

Wait? Is he a thief?

I took the document from his hand and opened it. 

Tons of drugs

Money

Goods

Shipping

Girls

This makes absolutely no sense. I tried making sense of what I was reading.

I flipped to the next page, and it was almost the same, with words I didn't seem to get.

I dropped the file next to him and looked at the poor man.

He looked so harmless now, but minutes ago, he was about to put a bullet in my head. 

I should have just waited and gotten a cab, maybe I would have gotten to work by now.

Work

Crap. I forgot about that. I took my bag and ran from my spot when I remembered the man.

I tapped him. “Mister, wake up.” When he didn't reply, I checked his pocket and saw his phone. 

I slipped up and his phone opened.

What? He doesn't have a password on his phone? 

Whatever, that's not my business.

I went to his contact and clicked on the first number on his call log.

The person picked on the first ring.

“Black hair, pink lips, and sharp jawline. Does that look like someone you know?” I asked and waited for the person to reply.

There was a pause before I heard a “yes.”

“He has been shot. I will type the address to you. You can come get him,” I ended the call and typed the address into the number. 

I left the phone with him and ran from there. 

AT THE HOSPITAL 

After a few minutes, I got to the hospital and saw a few nurses taking down some men from a van.

“Hey bitch, come give me a helping hand” I heard Camilla shout from a van.

Camilla was neither my friend nor my enemy. Let's just say she was my colleague.

“What happened?” I asked, helping her place a man on the stretcher. 

“These men were found on the floor after there was shooting flying around,”

She started wheeling him inside and I followed her.

“How many are they?” 

“About twenty of them,” she said, and pushed the stretcher into a ward. I stood still, my heart beating fast. 

I would have been among the numbers if I hadn't hidden.

The sound of an ambulance entering the hospital brought me out of my thoughts, and I rushed to the nurses’ room to drop my bag. 

I washed my blood-stained hands and mentally set a reminder to take some shots after the emergency. 

I tended to the wounded man without gloves.

The whole hospital was busy attending to the patients all through the night. Some were brought dead on arrival while some were receiving treatment.

The next day was busy too. The cops came around and we were giving statements. 

I had to work all through three days because we needed more hands. I was tired and weak. The only thing I have been feeding on was chocolate energy bars and coffee.

I needed good food, a nice bath, and sleep.

I went into the nurse's room to take my bag and found Camilla also getting ready to leave.

“Do you care for a lift?” She asked, carrying her bag.

“Thank you, but I will manage,” I smiled at her, and she left the room. I checked my phone and there were 5 missed calls from home.

I sent a quick response and waited for the next nurse to take over my shift from me. 

She was running late so I had to wait for her. 

When she came, she apologized for coming late and I left the hospital. I walked a bit down and waited for a cab.

A black tinted car stopped beside me, and I squinted my eyes to see who was inside. The back door opened and a man came out of the door. 

I turned on my heels and was about to make a run when he grabbed me and covered my mouth, pulling me towards the door.

I tried screaming but his hand was pressed hard on my mouth, making it hard for sound to come out of my mouth.

I kept trashing but it was of no use. The man was stronger than I. 

The car door closed, and the man slammed something at the back of my head, and I blacked out.