I jumped out of Atlas's car, rushing over to Gunn's side. I pressed two fingers to his pulse. A soft breath of relief made its way past my lips.
"He's still breathing," I told Atlas, who paused for a second.
"You sure about that?" He asked before jumping out of his car. He lifted Gunn out of the car, carrying him into a small building.
I curiously took in our surroundings. I'd never been to this part of the city before. But I trusted Atlas. I trusted that he knew what he was doing.
We entered a makeshift hospital. It seemed underground, dark, and illegal. A doctor slowly came into our line of view.
He was busy operating on someone, a tattooed man, lying lifelessly on the table.
Atlas set Gunn down on a metallic table before moving toward the doctor. He grabbed the man by his co
