Bonten's Advisor

Thirty Five

I made sure that their car was long out of sight before leaving the area. I walked onto the main road, blending in with the crowd as they walked towards and then past me. I walk to the edge of the footpath and signal for a taxi. 

"Good evening, sir. To where can I take you to?" The taxi driver asked politely. I pulled out my phone and showed him the address.

"Take me here," I ordered. He glanced at the address before plugging it into the machine.

"I hope you're aware that the location you're asking me to send you is-"

"I know," I gave him a smile, and watched as his hands began to tremble in fear, before driving away to the location.

Y/N POV

Currently sitting on a hospital bed, white sheets stained with red, you hissed out in pain as the doctor threaded your skin together.  He was stitching together your graze wound from earlier. You watched as you felt him near the edge of the wound, tying the knot with the thread. He picked up a pair of scissors, and snipped the thread, getting as close as he could to the knot. 

"There," He sighed, placing the needle and scissors back onto the tray. He applied a sterile gauze pad and then proceeded to grab the bandage roll on the tray and began to unwrap it. You lifted your arm, holding down the gauze pad, as he wrapped the bandages around the wound. He clipped on the metal bandage clip before leaning back on his chair. "All done," He announced, crossing his leg over the other.

"Thank you," You stated, standing up from your chair. 

"What happened to you?" The doctor asked, packing away the dirtied needle and the rest of the thread.

"Bullet wound, nothing more," You sighed, moving your arm around to test the about of mobility you currently had. 

He let out a gasp of shock. "Dangerous world you're involved in," He said. "Be careful. It's no world for a young woman like you."

"Too late to back out of Bonten now, isn't it?" You shrugged your shoulders, slipping your jacket over your shoulders.

"Stay safe out there," He responded quickly, as you closed the door behind you. You immediately walked down the empty and dark hospital hallway and out the main doors. Walking through the empty car park, you spotted your car and knocked on the window. The car unlocked as you stepped into the backseat, taking your seat beside Mikey. 

"What'd he do?" Sanzu asked worriedly, igniting the engine and turning on the headlights, as it was dark outside. 

"Stitched it up," You sharply stated, giving him no more information. You heard him sigh heavily. You knew that he knew why you were mad.

"Sorry again," Mikey apologised, glancing at your arm. 

You turned and faced him after buckling up your seatbelt. "It's not a problem anymore. Don't worry about it." You stated, but your thoughts went elsewhere. "Anyways, the wedding. Are you okay with not going?" You asked quietly, making sure to study his facial expressions carefully. 

He responded quietly, returning your question with another question. "Are you okay with going in my place?" He returned your question. 

"I'll get some shit for it, but whatever. Shouldn't be as difficult as managing two identities at once." You took the wedding invitation letter out of your pocket and ripped open the envelope. 

"Did you get treated by him?" You nodded your head.

"He seemed to remember me from last time when Sanzu was hospitalised." You pulled out the wedding invitation and scanned it for information. You handed it to Mikey, who did the same.