My Princess Terror | 𝔍𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔞

Chapter 11

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The wait brought back memories of when Bambam was shot a year ago. I lost a couple of years of my life from worrying whether I'd lose my best friend back then.

I'm standing in the hallway, leaning back against the wall and lifting my left arm, I check the time on my watch.

They've been working on Jennie for almost four hours.

Tristan walks toward me and holds out a bottle of water. "Drink something."

Taking the bottle, I twist off the cap, and then I chug down a couple of gulps. I place the cap back on the bottle then toss it to Tristan. "Happy now?"

He catches the water with a chuckle.

"You don't have to hang around with me," I say. "Go home to Hana."

Tristan shakes his head. "Bambam will kill me if I leave you here alone."

"Fucking babysitters," I grumble, only making Tristan chuckle again.

Just then, the doors at the end of the hallway open, and I push away from the wall as Dr. West comes out.

I stalk toward Tristan's aunt, asking, "How is she?"
"What's the patient's name?" Dr. West asks instead of answering me. The woman is a genius and way too fucking practical, which makes her forget about the emotional side of things.

"Jennie." Locking eyes with Dr. West, I ask again, "How is she?"

"The surgery went well. We removed a bullet. It entered through her chest but luckily missed her lungs and settled above her diaphragm. She also has a recent bullet wound to her left shoulder. A hack-job was done removing that bullet, so I cleaned the wound and stitched it up. Her left forearm has a small hairline fracture, and she has a head injury. Other than that, she's okay. Dr. Oberio will keep a close eye on her during the next twenty-four hours."

"So she'll be okay?" I ask to make sure. "Jennie should make a full recovery."

Nodding, I let out a breath of relief. "Thank you."

"Can I go?" Dr. West asks.

"Sure."

She hesitates, then says, "I trust things are now settled between us?"

I nod. "Of course."

Dr. West turns her attention to Tristan, but then I think to ask, "Can I see Jennie?"

"Yes," she replies, gesturing to the doors. Leaving Dr. West with Tristan, I quickly walk down the length of the hallway and push through the double doors. Dr. Oberio glances up from where he's making notes at a small nurse's station. There's only one nurse on duty.

There are only three rooms, all with glass partitionings, situated around the small nurse's station. The underground hospital serves the purpose if one of us needs medical attention.

"Ms. Manoban," he says, a smile forming around his lips, and then he gestures to a room. "She's in there."

When I step inside the room, my eyes instantly fall on Jennie, where she's lying on a bed, hooked up to various machines. The beeping is incessant, and it has me asking, "Is she okay?"

"She will be. Obviously, she needs some time to heal," Dr. Oberio replies. "What name can I put on the form?"

"Just put down Manoban," I instruct, so there's no trace of Jennie being here.

I gesture to the machines. "It doesn't sound like she's okay."

"It's for us to monitor the patient's vitals. Normal procedure."