THE nurses were in a panic as they tried to stop Callea from leaving the bed. “Miss Lopez, please stay put. Your wound might bleed again.”
She had a gunshot on her back. She was lucky that no major vein or vital organs were damaged. The bullet was lodged near her shoulder. She had an arm sling so she didn’t need to make unnecessary movements. But it was the least of her concern.
“I need to see my boyfriend,” she insisted.
The moment she opened her eyes, she looked for Deive right away. She remembered the gunshot before she closed her eyes. Walter was just in front of them. What if he killed Deive?
“You have to rest first, Miss,” the nurse pleaded.
“I don’t need to rest. I need to see Deive.”
They don’t need to hide anything from her. What if someone died again because of her? She
