Chapter 2

One of the two men was half-lying on the other side, his body slumped against the chair, his face so white that his jet-black hair somehow looked even darker in contrast.

He looks dead.

A scream escaped from Fanny's throat as she immediately turned to the nearest car door and desperately tried to open it.

"Sit still, or I'll shoot you."

She immediately stopped struggling, pressing her lips together in fear, fearing that any sound she made would be dangerous to herself.

What the hell is going on?

Why did they put her in the car? Why don't they go inside the hospital so the doctors and nurses can treat them?

Now she noticed that they were driving away.

Looking around more closely, she noticed that the other man in the back with them was holding the wounded man in place and was pressing a bloody cloth to the side of the unresponsive man.

And there was a lot of blood coming out.

Too much blood. The cloth has become wet and turned red.

"Let go of me. Please! I didn't do anything. Why are you arresting me?" Fanny said in a trembling voice.

"Are you an ICU nurse?" The deep voice that was shouting at her before suddenly asked her.

Turning around, she saw the man in the front seat talking to her again.

"Answer me."

"Yes."

"Then help him."

Help him?

Fanny looked at the unconscious man again. He looks like he's dead.

Following the trail of blood, Fanny saw it lying on the men's hands, on the car seats, wrapped around their legs on the floor.

How should she help him? He's bleeding quite a bit.

And she has no tools, no equipment.

"You have two choices. Either heal her, or I'll kill you."

Fanny swallowed, terrified. She shivered all over, her body frozen in place. She couldn't help this man.

Yes, she is an ICU nurse. But this man looks like he has a chance in hell.

"Didn't you hear me? If he dies, you will die too."

She heard the trigger and suddenly saw it pointed directly at her, the man had taken off his mask and was staring at her, his eyes like two flames.

He's not threatening, he really looks like he's capable of doing serious damage, so she hesitates, inching closer, and starts examining the injured guy.

Checking his pulse first, she breathed a sigh of relief because he was still breathing even though it was very weak.

It is said in the book that where there is a beat, there is hope.

But what happened to him? Who were the other men with her in the car? Quickly glancing around, she saw the man driving the car looking completely unfazed, while the person who had just kidnapped her was still glaring at her as if he only had two seconds left to make her melt. blood.

Noticing the other man with her in the back seat, Fanny saw that he was the only one with a slightly worried expression.

"What happened to him?" She asked him, not daring to look at the man in the front seat who was still pointing a gun at her.

To her relief, he answered her.

"He was shot. The bullet was still there but he stopped responding a few minutes ago."

Fanny took control after that, pulling the man's hand away from the gunshot wound.

"We need to get him back to the hospital. I can remove the bullet, but he's going to lose too much blood. He needs more blood and..."

"We have everything you need. Just save his life."

And they're not kidding.

About five minutes later, they pulled into a private house that looked like a castle. It's separate from the city but somehow still close enough, gated and with security guarding it like a hawk.

They never really introduced themselves to her, their priorities understandably something more urgent that night, but Fanny already knew their names as they chatted.

The man who pulled her into the car was Carlos. Since he made all the decisions and gave instructions, she would think that he was their leader.

However, she soon understood that another person named Vengo wasn't with them.

Andy was the one in the back seat with her. He seemed less intimidating than the rest, actually talking to her and helping her with the patient when she asked him for assistance.

The driver was Charles. He seems to have adapted to their image of being quiet, unaffected, and mysterious in their group.

Although the biggest mystery for her is still the dying man - Michel.

She heard them call him Michel.

And even though she doesn't know who he is, what he did, or how all of this happened to him, she knows that he means a lot to them.

When they brought her inside the mansion, the men immediately took her to an area that looked like a small hospital.

It was a large room that looked almost like the ones she worked in every day, with all the equipment, machines, and tools she could think of.

It has an operating table, an infusion pump, a heart monitor, and a shelf with tools such as gauze, syringes, and scalpels... all fully stocked.

Carlos and Charles picked up the unconscious Michel and placed him on the operating table, saw Fanny as she rushed to work, washed her hands, and put on gloves to then hook Michel onto the heart monitor, checking his vitals. he.

That's what happened when Fanny worked.

When she takes care of patients, they will become her only attention as she will do anything in her power to help them.

And somehow, in the midst of it all, the three men understood.

Carlos, Charles, and Andy gave her the freedom to rule and even allowed her to guide them, instantly compulsive when she asked them to do or get her something.

When she asked them to adjust the table, they did.

When she instructed them to turn their backs on Michel, they helped.

And when she told them to step aside because they got in her way, they were speechless.