EPISODE 1
1040 Words
Emilia's POV
"Doctor, there's an emergency."
One of my nurses calls out, and I make it into the ER just to see blood scattered on the table.
"When did he come in?"
"Just now"
One of the nurses replied to me.
"How is his blood pressure?"
"It's dropping drastically."
"We just removed the bullet from his lower rib, so maybe his pancreas might be ruptured."
One of the surgeons told me
"So are you saying there's no hope to save him? Wait, wait, wait. If his pancreas might be bleeding, why are you just telling me?"
"Prepare his chest; we're about to use the defibrillator on him."
I looked at his face for the first time since I had gotten into the room, and my heart skipped a beat. His eyes were closed, but his face, his nose, his beard, and his black hair were visible. I almost lost my composure.
"Doctor, we're about to lose him."
I grabbed the defibrillator and shouted.
"1, 2, 3 clear"
I place it on his chest, but he doesn't come back.
"Alright everyone, let's go one more time."
I rub the defibrillator against them and scream.
"Clear!"
He didn't come back; almost losing faith, I go in for the third time, knowing fully well that if he doesn't wake up, he'll die.
"Clear!"
He does not budge, and then I hear a flat line. Just when we're about to announce the time of death, the monitor beeps and he opens his eyes. His sharp silver eyes that somehow looked straight into mine made my heart skip another beat.
"He's alive, he's alive!"
The nurse shouted and interrupted my thoughts. Everyone gave a sigh of relief, especially me, because the last thing I wanted was for a patient to die in my hands.
*******
"We're lucky that he's alive."
The nurse told me as we were discussing the patient.
"We're really lucky we didn't lose him."
"Yes, it's because of you, Dr. Emilia; you saved him."
"Well, if I believe that he fought to be saved..."
"Oh, Dr. Emilia, if it wasn't for your bravery, we'd have lost him. I'll make sure I tell him when he wakes up."
Collecting a file from her hand, I asked her about him.
"So, who is he? If I may ask?"
"Well, he was rushed in here, and I didn't have the time to really get to search for him in the system. The only thing I know is that he is currently in a private suite in the hospital."
As I flip through the file, I look at it and ask her
"That means he must be someone really important."
She whispers to me.
"And dangerous too."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, the people that brought him in. Looked like hit men, just saying."
A sensitive look of shock flutters on my face, but I conclude it's just gossip.
"Well, that's all I know for now."
I nod.
"Good thing he's good-looking."
I nod as well.
"So you think he's good-looking?"
Caught between what to say and the fact that my heart just skipped a beat again.
"I don't know; let's just get back to work."
Just then my phone rings and recognizes the number. It's the bank.
"Umm, I have to take this; it's really important."
"Okay Dr Emilia"
*******
"Hello, am I speaking to Martin..."
I was on the phone when I heard a conversation going on. Walking to the front of my car, I see the man I had just operated on, and my heart skips another beat again. What is wrong with me? He's holding a gun towards someone and behind him are his bodyguards. Maybe the nurse was right after all, he is really dangerous.
"Please, please don't kill me."
One of the bodyguards behind him kicks the man in front of the gun, and he falls to the ground as he begs for his life.
"Please, please, I didn't mean to do it. I was sent"
His voice is full of pain. I'm moved by pain and compassion.
"Who sent you to kill me?"
The man I operated on, questions him and my heart beats faster. His voice is so deep, and it makes me blush. Why am I feeling like this? He's not even a good person. I quickly position myself behind a car to make sure I'm not seen.
"Won't you speak?"
He fires the gun and shoots one of his feet. I flinch and restrain myself. It takes everything in me not to run there and stop them.
"Ahhhhh, I'll talk I'll talk"
He screams in pain
Holding myself back because he needed medical aid.
"It— wa-wa-was the Don."
Immediately he said that the man I operated on shot him in the chest. This time I couldn't take it. I screamed.
"What is wrong with you? How could you kill him? You monster. You're nothing but a monster."
I run to the body and try to look for a pulse. I get nothing. His men grab me and force me to kneel before him.
"Who do you think you are to talk to Ghost like that?"
"Ghost? So that's his name?"
I look at him pathetically.
"I saved your life today, but you took another without a thought. How could you?"
I question him with anger in my voice.
He doesn't say a word, he just looks at me and stares into my eyes. I look away to avoid feeling the strange feeling I have felt all day. He doesn't say anything to me.
"Get rid of the body"
He tells his bodyguards.
"What about her? What should we do with her?"
He looks at me and doesn't say anything, turns to his bodyguards and signals them to help him walk to the car.
"Look at you, you're not even properly healed. You just got out of surgery. All this will cause too much stress on the injury.
One of his bodyguards points a gun at me.
"Shut up, don't talk to ghosts like that."
"Leave her."
He brings the gun down.
Just when he tries to speak to me, he collapses. I ran to his side just to notice that his injury was bleeding.
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