Raj
He was waiting for her to regain consciousness. He needed to keep a check on her wound and decide how bad it was.
He made some calls to sort a few things out for the next day and checked on his patient in the hospital. The attending doctor was in, so he wasn’t worried about that anymore.
What an evening! He signed thinking about how quickly it had changed from an enjoyable romantic time to a horror.
That’s when he noticed something. Between Mia’s legs there was a patch of blood on this white linen shirt slowly increasing in size, the red standing out in contrast to the white shirt.
‘F*ck, f*ck, f*ck! Is she hurt? Did the bastard assault her? That couldn’t be possible. Between beating the sh*t out of the bastard and Raj reaching, there wasn't enough time gap. So now what? unless.
