Entangled

Chapter 1

My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea

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I loved the rain.

In rain, there is a serenity, a sense of peace. Walking among these drops is my meditation, a way to feel free.

Dramatic, I know.

Had it not been for my overprotective mother, I would've ditched the umbrella back at the hospital. I faced upwards, letting my eyes roam the dark sky. The rain conjured up sweet patterns on my skin and I smiled in pure bliss.

An agonizing scream snapped me out of my trance as I whipped my eyes open. I craned my neck to search for the source of the sound and my gaze landed on a group of men, dressed in an all-black attire running away. "HEY! WAIT!" I yelled, following them. I subconsciously slapped myself. Why on earth would a couple of goons stop fleeing if I tell them to? I groaned and picked up my pace.

"H-help me, p-please. I beg of you," a voice croaked out from a distance. The stranded man, covered in blood, put a halt to my chase. "Oh my god," I whispered as I crouched down to his level. Taking off my scarf, I wrapped it around his wound that was gushing out blood.

"I don't want to die, please don't let me die," the man cried out and clamped onto my hand. I shot him a sympathetic look as I scanned his body for any other injuries. His battered face contorted into a pained expression. His latched arm was coated with bruises and cuts as he struggled to stay awake.

Whoever this man was, he had managed to piss off some serious people.

"It's alright, I'm a doctor. I can help you," I assured him, removing the necessary equipment from my bag. I always carried emergency medical supplies with me wherever I went, in case the need for them ever arose. 'Who's laughing now Brad huh?', I mentally thought, throwing a jab at my co-worker. Calling the ambulance would be of no use. The roads, no doubt, would be flooded with traffic.

The hair at the nape of my neck abruptly rose, I couldn't help but get paranoid as I stitched up the man's wound. My eyes scanned the deserted street, looking for the cause of my now uneven breathing. The rain, thankfully, had stopped and it was quieter than ever. His grunts were the only sound that hung in the air. I shook my head, brushing off any strange thoughts of someone watching me, and refocused my attention back on the man.

I covered up his laceration with a bandage, ensuring the bleeding had stopped. "Thank you so much, my dear," he brought his bloodied hand to my head and patted it, wincing as he did so. I smiled at him and fished for my phone to call the ambulance. His other wounds required immediate care for he was still in a great deal of pain.

I pulled his arm around my shoulder to provide him support in sitting up straight. "I'll be okay, do not worry about me," he added, coughing slightly as he noted my struggle to help him and find my phone at the same time.

I passed him an apologetic smile and stood up, grabbing my bag off the ground. I rummaged through its contents and managed to get a hold of my cell, giving myself a mental pat on the back. I dialed the number and brought it close to my ear when it was suddenly thrown out of my grasp.

I stared at my now shattered phone in shock and whipped my head to face the culprit, who was currently grabbing my wrist as though their life depended on it. I came face-to-face with a man, wearing a suit, glaring at me with a frown etched on his face.

"What do you think you're doing?" his deep voice sent chills to my skin. 'Shake it off Sun-Young, he might be ridiculously attractive but that doesn't mean he's not some sort of criminal. He broke your phone for god sake and is currently shooting daggers at you as if you've killed his pet dog,' I thought as my gaze fell upon the injured male. He was cowering behind his hands, trying his best to hide from the prying eyes of the mysterious man's accomplices.

"What I think I'm doing?" I let out a strangled laugh, "what do YOU think you're doing? You just broke a perfectly capable phone! My phone! I'm going to call the authorities on you if you and your weird-looking cult don't let us go,' I exclaimed.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly as though he couldn't believe the sight in front of him. He looked at me strangely before signaling to his companions to back away from the man. "I need your phone," I retorted back at him.

"I beg your pardon?" he asked, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. His stare lingered at my lips before he abruptly shut his eyes and shook his head slightly. "A phone. You know, a functioning electronic device, unlike mine at the moment. Anyways, that is beside the point, I need to call an ambulance. And since you, ever so graciously, broke my phone, I'm going to need yours," one of his men sniggered at my reply causing him to shoot them a glare. They sobered up immediately.

"Sir, we can't let her save him," a woman whispered upon stepping closer to him. My ears perked up, hearing her statement as I discreetly moved to shield my patient from them. The suited-up man watched me from the corner of his eye and smirked.

"She's right, boss. No escort has been let free till this day, his survival could lead to our downfall," another figure emerged from the shadows and fixated his gaze on me. Our staring contest was cut short as I sensed frail shaking near my legs. I turned around and the wounded man was shivering from the cold.

I frowned slightly upon realizing how the temperature had seemingly dropped upon the arrival of this bizarre group. I removed my gloves and gently fitted them onto his hands. Sensing eyes boring into my skull, I huffed in annoyance and faced the leader.

"I do not think you understand the gravity of this situation. This man needs to go to a hospital or he will die," I cried out, flinging my arms around, hoping to get my point across. "He is supposed to die and you're not supposed to be here," the same woman announced.

"I'm sorry, what?" my voice laced with confusion as my eyes darted between her and their supposed ringleader. "Look, I do not know nor care for the games you and your club are playing at. Right now, all I want is for my patient to remain alive. One of you need to call for an ambulance or I will notify the police."

"Oh yeah? How exactly do you plan on doing that?" an arrogant voice snickered, I scowled at the man responsible and charged towards him. My attempt at attacking, however, was interrupted by their boss, our very own misanthrope, (except he hated phones instead of people) standing between us.

I gasped softly, suddenly becoming aware of our close proximity. His face was only a mere millimeters away as his eyes appeared to be memorizing every inch of my face. My body squirmed, taking in his ragged breathing and I backed away immediately.

"The rest of you leave, I'll handle this," he spoke with such firmness that I had to fight the bodily urge to throw a salute at him.

"B-But sir, surely you can't let him live?"

"I said,"  he takes in a deep breath before continuing, "leave."

My mind failed to comprehend the scene before me. I blinked and the same group of people, that were looming over us, had disappeared. I glanced around in bewilderment but soon refocused my attention onto the suited figure upon meeting his intense stare.

His gaze hardened upon hearing the chattering of the other man's teeth. His eyes shifted between the two of us, before staring off into the distance. I followed his movement, puzzled as to what he could possibly be thinking. 'Murder?' a horrifying thought popped in my head.

My perplexity only grew as I heard blaring sirens approaching us. I drew in a sharp breath upon picking up the screeching of the ambulance's tires. I whirled my head around to face him, my frown deepened as I took in the empty sight before me.

"Doctor, where is the patient?" the paramedic loaded up the stretcher and I guided her to the injured man, who clamped onto my hand upon seeing the other medical staff surround him.

My eyes glazed over as the night replayed over in my head. Goosebumps coated the skin once again and I looked outside the window. My fingers trembled upon seeing the barren roads.