Hafiza: The Protector

CHAPTER 13

KEIRA KAI

Mother is a six-letter word but the responsibilities the person holds or the status a mother holds is greater than anything, anyone, Becoming a mother, giving birth to a life with soo many difficulties sacrificing her body, sleep, mind, food, and dreams just to nurture their baby's health.

I was an unfortunate child as my parents had died leaving me in the hands of my adoptive father who had never treated me less or differentiated. He always said that he was grateful for three things in this world which were me, his wife, Hafiza and Hafiza, The hospital, made and named after his beloved wife.

I left the operation theatre after cleaning up, I saw the barely-contained happiness on the father's face as his family kept on congratulating him on the birth of his baby while he asked the assistant nurse about his wife's condition. A strange feeling hit me as I walked into my cabin and sat on the chair while leaning my head on the table.

What would it be like having a child, my own blood? A little minion who would resemble me, my thoughts went to Rafe and I stilled, what would it be like having our children and the thought warmed my insides as I shook my head to get rid of the non-existing future.

But what if. . . no, it can't happen. . .It's a possibility only to occur in a parallel universe.

A sudden sound of something bursting caused me to sit upright in my chair just when I tried to know where the sound came from my phone rang, it was Nimah.
"Ground floor right now." With that, she hung up and I rushed down as soon as I could.

The scene playing in front of me was no less than seeing a large sum of ketchup being splattered everywhere but in this case, it wasn't a mere sachet of ketchup rather it was real blood everywhere I could see.

"Hey, you!" I turned around and saw an average-heightened man motioning me closer with his finger. The screws of my patience silently went off in my head yet I walked slowly over to him. He was wearing a flimsy polyester shirt that barely contained his belly and showed the front of his belly due to the top buttons being open. His year-old stubble looked as unclean as his red tongue which had coloured due to the colour-changing lollypop he was licking after snatching it from a kid nearby; standing in my hospital, my area.

Deep breathe Keira, deep breathe.

"You look like those sexy goth girls with all this black chica," He smirked rolling the lollypop in his fingers as his eyes ran over me.

"You the doctor here?" Just when I could reply a group of men entered and threw a battered man on the ground right beside me. Just a glance at the man-made me want to cover my eyes but I did nothing but clench my fist.

The sheer pain in the almost butchered man's scream had ticked me off the worst. I glanced at him to see the man pleading to me with his eyes as he held his broken calf whose bone had teared through his skin while his face was battered to a point where his facial features weren't recognizable.

"Take him to the emergency ward." I managed to tell the nurse standing a few feet away from me.

She nodded shakily but just as she went to grab him the lollypop man grasped her hand tightly,
"Oh there, there what's the rush baby, he'll live while you here. . . " He smirked wickedly trailling his dirty hand up the timid nurse's hand as he brought his nose close to her neck and inhaled deeply, psychotically.
"You smell heavenly darling, I bet you taste the same too, hmm." His minions laughed as he gripped the nurse's hand tighter while she struggled weakly against him.

"Take him to the OT. Right. Now." I gritted as the other nurses rushed the bleeding man wincing as he screamed in pain.

"Leave her." I announced fisting my hand as I stared hard at them.

"No." The lollypop man seemingly the leader of the group laughed loudly causing his henchmen to the chorus of laughter.

I had extremely sensitive controlling issues which could be triggered easily and in this case, it was the seeming disagreement of the slum man standing in front of me. According to me, if a person doesn't redeem at first warning then a second chance is something that they don't deserve.

In record time two seconds, I was behind him, holding his hands in a vice grip as I dug my trusty sharp-edged scalpel in his neck.

"W-What a-are you doing?" The man struggled pathetically in my arms yet it did nothing but tempt me to press in an inch further.

"Leave her you rotten piece of shit," I spoke calmly near his ear as his men stopped laughing immediately and regarded us with close precision.

I could hear him breathing harshly against me as sweat dripped down his forehead.
"Let me go, I left her hand." He spoke shivering as he wrestled in my tight grip.

"Tch tch tch, you barge into my hospital, violate an injured person and harass my family after all this you have the audacity to talk back to me." I laughed softly, so chillingly soft that he stilled in my grip.

"W-what do you want, I w-will do anything you s-say," He almost pleaded his face now glistening with sweat and utter terror as i pushed in the tip of scalpel into his neck to draw out blood.

"Hmm, let's see," I gently pressed the scalpel until I could see a beautiful trail of blood dripping down his neck onto his flimsy shirt.

"First all of your minions lie down on the ground. Face first." When none of them moved from their position I tightened my grip around their leader.

"Lie down fucking idiots! Do you want me to die?!! Lie down!" and in a few seconds, all were down, face first.

Hmm, what a sight.

I motioned Nimah over them and she understood immediately as she rushed over to them and tied their hands with a zip tie but when she reached the last one, he tried to resist and hold onto her but one stare from me and a strong tug to his leader brought him the sense of brain he had lost as he lay down defeated.

Just then we heard boots clicking and by the sound of it, they were moving as fast as possible because the next second I saw a group of armed men enter my hospital.

My bodyguards, Rafe's men to be precise.

I rolled my eyes as I pushed the man into my arms to the ground and bent down to clean the blood on my scalpel with his shirt.

"I won't ever forget this humiliation. Ever." He seethed as he glowered at me.

I stood up and stared down at him, mockingly,
"On your knees, now."

I felt a flare of that sadistic pleasure in me as he tried to defy me, I didn't stop as Rafe's men strode over to him until they were feet away from us pointing their weapons at the man on the floor. A smirk rose to my lips as I saw him getting on his knees, his eyes still glaring at me.

"Bloody psychotic bitch," I heard him grumble lowly.

"Press charges for attempt to murder a civilian, harassing female nurses, attempt to murder on me, attempt to molest, terrorizing civilians, damaging property, irresponsible use of arms, and illegal usage of weapons," I smirked as I caressed the barrel of the gun he had at his waist.

My eyes ran over to him as fear cursed through his veins and I could see him visibly shaken as glanced around himself in fright. I rammed the back of my sharp heel into his calf making him yell in pain yet I did nothing but bent to his height pulled his head closer with a tissue until I could see the fear in his rising, "This psychotic bitch is going to ruin you until the only thing you would be able to do is beg like the pathetic little fucker you are," I whispered so deathly soft he almost pissed himself.

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