6. Beautiful outside, ugly inside

Just because he looks good doesn't make him a good person.

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Rebecca raced for the surveillance station before she even realized what was going on, her legs led her there on its own and she didn't try to stop it either. She was suddenly overwhelmed by the sudden urge to help a dying man, maybe it was because she had failed to save the one who had died right in front of her.

She heard footsteps behind her but she didn't pay too much attention to it. When she arrived at the surveillance room, she was already panting and her legs seemed to be trembling.

Maybe it was the flight of stairs she took all the way up or the after effect of being in the room where a man had been shot dead.

“Where is he?” She asked amidst panting.

The man who had called their attention pointed to a corner of the room and she rushed to the place.

A man laid on the ground, his entire body shaking convulsively and his eyes were almost plain white.

She instinctively crouched down next to him and reached for his necktie with trembling hands. “Get a hold of yourself, Rebecca.” She muttered to herself.

After taking a deep breath, she finally calmed herself down a little and she was able to act precisely. “I need something soft, a pillow or a cushion, anything!” She yelled out but no one seemed to be doing anything.

After loosening his necktie and unbuttoning his shirt to help him breathe properly, she held his head up and yelled again. “I need something soft! Why is no one doing anything about that?!”

“Do as she says.” Diego's deep voice uttered from behind her.

She felt a chill run over her entire body at the sound of his voice but she ignored it. He was not the important one at the moment.

She had helped her dad more than three times during his episodes and she was not new to it. “Is this his first time?” She questioned.

“Y--yes, Marco does not have seizures.” One of the men in the room stuttered a response.

She noticed that the man– Marco– had an unusually high fever which was probably the cause of his seizure.

Someone handed her a neck pillow and she tucked it under Marco's head. She looked around and noticed the time on a digital wall clock. She wanted to monitor how long his seizure would last.

“Are we just going to stand here and watch him while he convulses like that? What if he dies or swallows his tongue or something?” Someone asked from behind her.

“We can't give him CPR, it'll worsen things. Someone try to contact Dr Chase, we'll have to monitor how long his episode lasts. That is what will determine what to do next.” She paused for a moment and added. “And no, he won't swallow his tongue.”

No one questioned her. She could feel Diego's gaze on her back and she didn't feel like looking back to meet his eyes.

Finally, his deep voice sounded in her ear, causing her stomach to twist. “I hope you know what you are doing. I need him alive.”

“Why? Because he's still useful to you?” She spat out in a vicious tone, glaring daggers at him.

Diego's thick brow arched, questioning her audacity, but it didn't stop her from glaring at him.

She turned around, ignoring him. The man stopped convulsing after a full minute and she helped him lay on his side to better his breathing. “Are you okay? Can you hear me?” She asked him in a soft voice.

Marco was silent but he nodded his head without opening his eyes.

She caressed his back softly and smiled. “You're okay, you're going to be fine.” She assured him.

Turning around, her smile disappeared as she focused on Diego. “Any word from Dr Chase?” She asked in a stern voice.

“He's on his way.” Diego responded, ignoring her attitude.

He crouched down next to her to check on Marco and when he noticed that the man was truly doing okay, he turned to her. “You saved his life.” He said softly, for the first time ever.

She still glared at him, except not for the same reason she would like.

Being so close to each other, she couldn't help but to notice how handsome he was. From his grey green eyes that seemed to shift shades with time to his aesthetically perfect nose and his rose pink lips.

She noticed a small crack on his lips, where she had hurt him with a pen. She almost reached out to touch it just to make sure he was okay.

She raised her eyes to meet his and she realized he had not taken his eyes off her while she allowed her gaze to wander around his face. She had to force herself to look away from such perfection, reminding herself of how heartless he was and what he had taken away from her. It left her with a bittersweet feeling inside.

She rose to her feet and walked away.

This time, she took each step two times faster than when she was rushing to attend to the emergency! Her heart was racing and it wasn't for the reason she hoped. Although she denied it.

“Why am I feeling this way? It must be because I'm still in shock and my legs are aching. Yes, that's it.”

She noticed Dr Chase hurrying up the stairs and she knew where he was heading to. Their eyes met and he squinted confusedly, probably wondering what she was doing there, but he didn't stop to question her.

She was grateful for that much.

Finding her way to her room, she flopped on the bed and placed a hand on her chest, trying to calm her racing heart.

She was suddenly filled with rage, not directed at Diego but for him. She wondered, “how can a man look so good but do such terrible things.”

She concluded, hoping it would rid any wrong feelings sprouting inside her. “He's a bad person…”