MARK'S POV
As Anderson sped through the streets of London, I held Juliet's limp body in the backseat, my eyes fixed on her pale face. We finally arrived at the nearest hospital, and Anderson screeched to a halt in front of the emergency entrance.
I quickly opened the door and rushed out, calling for help. The hospital staff and doctors rushed to our side, and Doctor Richard, a middle-aged man with a kind face, took charge.
"What happened?" Doctor Richard asked, his voice firm and urgent. "She was shot," Anderson replied, his voice shaking slightly.
Doctor Richard quickly examined Juliet, his face growing increasingly concerned. "She's been shot in the stomach. We need to get her into surgery immediately."
My eyes widened in alarm. "Is she going to be okay?"
Doctor Richard's expressi
