Two

It's been the fourth day, but there is no sign of him coming to my apartment, yes, since I got that horrible message in front of my apartment door, I can be said to be hiding with the excuse of working hard by constantly being in this hospital and returning only to change clothes without wanting to linger there.

Scared, not just scared but I still loved my life, not knowing who he would come with to my apartment, saying he wanted to check I didn't know what he could do to me, a woman who lived alone in an apartment with a gangster, nope never knew something good will happen about that.

So I'd rather avoid it than be in the news for losing my life the next day.

Hopefully, when he realizes I'm not around, he'll think of going somewhere else to help him open the stitches on his stomach.

Click…

"Wow, Dwyne, are you still here?" Dr. Patrick who was on morning duty greeted me as he walked into the doctor's room, I guess to check who the interns were.

I smiled, "Do you need anything doctor?" I asked quickly and hurriedly stood up from the stool I was sitting on.

But doctor Patrick hurriedly shook his head, "Not you, I need a man to help me now." He said quickly, but looking around there was only me in the doctor's room, so he sighed and looked at me as if there was no other way.

. . . . 

Silence…

He finally sighed, "Have you ever taken out a bullet and sewed up a wound?" He asked and I had to stifle an annoyed groan at that.

Please, no…

Another gunshot wound?!

God, what's wrong with me and gunshot wounds anyway?! I groaned inwardly but only nodded slowly to answer the senior doctor in front of me.

"Yes?" It’s sound like a question not an answer

But he nodded, "Follow me." He ordered.

Cr*p..

Soon we were walking in silence towards the emergency room.

Although my heart was pounding, I continued to follow him until we reached the end of the room.

With a raised eyebrow, I saw the man behind the curtain that Dr. Patrick had opened slightly.

Double cr*p!!!

It’s him!!!

"Female doctor?!" The man clucked angrily while pointing at me, fortunately all workers in the hospital are required to always wear masks, so this man in front of me must not recognize me.

Looks like he's recovering, I thought as I looked at his stomach.

Good then, he doesn't need to go to my apartment anymore, I thought happily.

"No more?! You want me? You know I hate gunshot wounds and I won't do it!!!" Dr. Patrick snapped back at the man.

What the h*ll is going on?

Dr. Patrick knows him?!

They fell silent and looked angrily at each other which made me feel awkward standing between them.

Damn it! Why am I here anyway?!

"Do you want her help or not?!" Dr. Patrick said before the other man sighed and gave me an annoyed look.

What the...

Hey, don't be annoyed with me!!! I wanted to scream, but knew I needed to hold my mouth shut this time.

"Can you remove and treat bullets?" He asked rudely to me and I just nodded.

"Yes" I replied quietly, afraid that he would recognize my voice.

D*mn... D*mn it!!!

Silently he looked at me before shifting to let me approach his injured friend who's lying on the operating table and bleeding.

"He dies, you die too, remember?!" He threatened and this time I couldn't help but roll my eyes in annoyance.

Treat it yourself, I said to myself in annoyance.

A groan sounded and I hurriedly cut his shirt to see the wound on his chest.

Good thing it didn't hit the heart, I thought before starting to treat it.

What's with that guy and guns?

His and his friend's wounds are all from bullets...

No one spoke as I began to treat the wound.

I don't know how long ago it was that gunshot wounds weren't a problem for me.

Quickly and swiftly, I stitched up the wound before covering it with gauze.

Sighing in relief, I stepped back when all was done and turned to look at the senior doctor and his colleague, "Let's hope he doesn't have a fever since he has lost a lot of blood." I said as I took off my gloves.

Dr. Patrick nodded, "I'll prescribe some medicine then you can leave immediately." 

He nodded then pulled out his phone, “We’re ready, come.” He said firmly.

I was startled when Dr. Patrick patted my back, "Thanks, Dwyne." He said and I hoped the man didn't hear him call my name, I didn't want to be their personal doctor if this happened again.

2 times is enough for me...

No more...

Then I turned my head as I felt a pair of eyes looking at me from the side and startled to see that it was him, the man staring closely at me.

Sh*t!

"Dwyne..." He said softly and made my heart pound.

D*mn... !! He called my name!

Calm down, Dwyne.

I just nodded and only took one step back when I heard him add, "I'll see you at your apartment, my wound still needs to be checked," he said casually as if to tease me that I can't hide from him.

My eyes widened in shock after hearing his words then turned to meet his gaze again.

He smirked as if he knew what I was thinking, that I was trying to run away from him.

Oh, my God… He knows it's me?

How did he know?!

And he's still going to come to my apartment?! Why not here? What do you want?!

Dr. Patrick raised a confused eyebrow while staring between me and his creepy friend.

I cleared my throat softly "I can treat you here" I said softly, hoping he wouldn't have to come to my apartment.

"Her?!" Dr. Patrick said in shock as if he had been told about the night by him, and looking at the doctor's expression he seemed to know that there was a woman who helped him.

D*mn it!

Here comes my peaceful life, I thought irritably.

Without saying anything, the horrible man just looked at me as if he wanted to read my soul from his gaze and I just tried to keep my head up and brace myself to meet his gaze.

"No, I don't want to." He replied and I looked at him in shock.

What?!

"Let that be a moment between you and me, baby." He whispered in my ear before patting my back as several other men in black suits came and helped their injured colleague out of the emergency room.

What happened? I thought confused and Dr. Patrick just let out a long breath while shaking his head before looking at me, "Be careful, he's the leader of the gangsters and don't go the wrong way with him" He said softly before patting my back and walking away.

I just stared at them leaving with a blank and confused mind.

So what should I do?! I was confused and weakened by the situation I was currently in.

Sh*t... Sh*t!!!!

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