Even at night, Wolly City Central Hospital operated 24/7. The main gate always remained open, ready to accept patients. Emergencies meant cars speeding through without hesitation no one entered slowly when time was of the essence.
Suddenly, a speeding Jaguar roared through the main gate and screeched to a halt. Before the car even fully stopped, Lucian flung the door open. Moving swiftly, he carefully lifted Rose into his arms and began striding toward the hospital entrance.
“Hey! Wait for me, at least!” the purple-haired man yelled as he hurried out of the car, trying to keep up with Lucian, who was nearly running.
Lucian pressed one hand lightly against Rose’s back, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. His expression was tight, his focus absolute.
The guards at the entrance frowned as they took in the sight of the man in a blood-soaked black bike suit. They instinctively stepped forward to stop him, but when their eyes fell on the unconscious woman in his arms, her condition visibly critical, they quickly stepped aside, clearing the path.
Lucian, familiar with the hospital layout, didn’t even glance at the reception desk. Instead, he headed straight down the left hallway toward the operating rooms.
“Sir! Stop! You’re not supposed to” the receptionist at the counter stood up abruptly, shouting after him. She froze for a moment, her eyes darting to the blood-covered boy and the pale woman he was holding.
Her frown deepened as she processed the scene. The boy looked like he had bathed in blood, but the girl’s condition was unmistakably dire. Whatever reservations she had disappeared in the face of the emergency.
“Where’s the fucking doctor?! NURSE! I NEED HELP HERE!” Lucian shouted, his voice echoing through the corridor. His steps never faltered, his urgency increasing with every moment.
“Sir, calm down!” the receptionist called after him, hurrying out from behind her desk. “This is a hospital. Lower your voice and explain the situation I’ll call the doctors!”
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“Shut the hell up! Where are the nurses and doctors?!” Lucian barked, his tone sharp and commanding. “NURSES! COME HERE NOW! I NEED ASSISTANCE!”
His shouts drew the attention of doctors and nurses, who came rushing out of their rooms.
“What’s going on here?!” A middle-aged man in a white coat hurried over, his sharp eyes scanning Lucian before settling on the woman in his arms. “What the hell happened to you?!”
Lucian paused briefly, recognizing the familiar face of Dr. Murphy. For a fleeting moment, memories from his past life surfaced, but he quickly shoved them aside. This wasn’t the time to dwell on them.
“Dr. Murphy,” Lucian said, his voice steady despite the chaos. “I’m not injured, and this isn’t my blood. But she” he gestured toward Rose”is in critical condition. She needs immediate help.”
wait you know me… doctor Murphy was about to speak when
Without waiting for a response, Lucian moved past everyone and into the operating room.
“Sir, you can’t just” a nurse began to protest, but Lucian cut her off sharply.
“Shut the fkkkk up,” he snapped, carrying Rose inside as the others followed him.
“Hey, calm down!” the purple-haired man finally caught up, panting heavily. “If you keep acting like this, you’ll just make things worse. Let the doctors handle it!” he shouted.
“You shut up too!” Lucian snapped without looking back. “I know what I’m doing. I don’t trust their skills I’ll take care of her myself if I have to.”
“Are you even a doctor?”Dr Murphy asked, his tone stern but curious.
Lucian ignored him, his focus entirely on Rose. He placed her gently on the nearest gurney, his hands never leaving her wounds. Blood had soaked through his clothes, but his focus didn’t waver.
“Listen carefully,”Lucian snapped, his tone brooking no argument. “Two gunshot wounds. Entry point one is at T3 possible left lung involvement. Entry point two is at T7, lateral to the spine high risk of spinal injury or vascular trauma. No exit wounds, so both bullets are still lodged internally.”
The nurses and Dr. Murphy exchanged glances, stunned by the precise information. One of the nurses hesitated before asking, “Who are you?”
“I know what I’m doing,” Lucian growled. “She’s in serious condition. Don’t waste time questioning me. If I had the right equipment and medicine, I’d have done this myself.Now MOVE, or I’ll kill someone!”
Dr. Murphy quickly stepped in, his professional instincts overriding his shock.”He’s right,” he said to the staff. “Do as he says. Prepare everything immediately.”
The room burst into action as the nurses scrambled to follow Lucian’s orders.
“Her BP is dropping she’s in hypovolemic shock,” Lucian barked. “Start two large-bore IVs, hang O-positive blood, and push two liters of lactated Ringer’s solution, wide open. I need her systolic above 90, or we’ll lose her before she even makes it to the OR.”
A nurse called out, “Heart rate is 140, BP is 70/40!”
“She’s decompensating,” Lucian said sharply. “Get an ultrasound for a FAST exam check for hemothorax or free fluid in the peritoneum. Prep for chest tube insertion on the left side if there’s fluid. Someone bring a portable X-ray and CT to confirm bullet locations and rule out spinal cord involvement.”
When the portable X-ray arrived, Lucian positioned it with practiced precision. As the image appeared on the monitor, he pointed at the screen.
“Bullet one is lodged near the superior lobe of the left lung possible pulmonary laceration or hemothorax. Bullet two,” he gestured lower, “is dangerously close to the descending thoracic aorta.High risk of arterial rupture.”
The attending doctor hesitated. “This is a trauma surgeon’s job”
“She doesn’t have time!”Lucian snapped, his voice rising with authority. “Get her to the OR. I need a thoracotomy set up now vascular clamps, suction, chest retractors, and a cardiac bypass machine on standby. We’ll start with an intercostal incision to control the bleeding before retrieving the bullets.”
The nurses moved with renewed urgency, the weight of Lucian’s presence pressing down on the room. Dr. Murphy silently observed, his amazement growing with every passing moment.
“This boy…”Dr. Murphy muttered to himself. “Who is he? Where did he learn this?”
The purple-haired man leaned against the wall, watching with wide eyes. “This kid… Is he even human?” he whispered to himself, utterly dumbfounded.
The heroine’s breathing grew shallower as they rushed her to the OR. Her blood pressure continued to drop, but Lucian’s resolve didn’t falter. He had only one goal: to save her, no matter the cost.
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here’s second chapter…for gift as promised…ahhhh i need to sleep now…cry emoji:
almost 1 am…fkkk
