His Wet Nurse

Bloodied ego (13)

He wasn't terrified of the fact that the woman in his arms was unconscious, probably dead from excessive bleeding but he knew she wasn't from the tiny but noticeable rise and fall of her chest.

He'd seen worse scenarios when he was in the military. Bodies decapitated, skins squashed off in grenade attacks leaving the bones open and blood oozing like pumped water. It was worse when fighting underwater, the bodies were hardly recovered, and they submerged, never to be seen again.

The car made a stop at the gates for a regular check.
"Otis the windows," Theo ordered and his footman quickly pressed a button that had the left window sliding down.
Theo peered at one of the uniformed men in charge of night duty. "There is no time for that now, officer," Theo said with gritted teeth, the young officer stood at attention and threw a salute his way before signaling for the gates to be opened.

Effortlessly Theo whisked the unconscious woman into the shelters of his home causing the motion sensor lights to come on as he stepped further into the rooms.
There was no time to climb the fleet of stairs when there was urgency.

"Phone the doctor!" Was his outright command at a bewildered Madame Evana who had rushed down to know what the noise was all about.

"Is that..." Madame Evans's words choked in her throat, Martha who stood behind shyly gasped when the master swerved the unconscious woman in the direction of the door by the left revealing her identity.

"Jema, Madame that's Jema." Martha motioned from behind.

In swift motion, Theo adjusted her weight in one hand and with the other free hand pushed every damn article and object off the large mahogany table before lunging Jema on it with her back to the ceiling.

He rummaged through the shelves, drawers, everywhere for a gauze or something that would help stop the bleeding until the doctor arrived but found nothing.

"I need a first aid kit, someone get me a fucking first aid!"
Martha was on her feet at once, Otis stood beside Jema with his hands on the bleeding site making sure to apply enough pressure.

"The doctor is on his way, he'll be here in a minute as I've already stressed how critical the situation is." Madame Evana walked in standing before her seemingly disoriented cousin. "What happened?" She threw the question at him and seemed to catch him off guard.

Theo sighed, "There was an attempt at my life and she got in the way." He said tilting his head towards the unconscious woman. His phone buzzed endlessly, calls, texts, but he just needed to speak with one person.

"Let me know when the doctor arrives, I have to make an urgent call."

"But... you should've driven her to the hospital! She might bleed out before the damn doctor arrives!"
the elderly woman cried, it was impulsive and risky of her master to bring Jema home in such a state, who knew how critical the situation was and would it be something a doctor could help with within the confines of the mansion?

Theodore returned after a call with a PI and found the doctor and an assistant carefully working on the woman.

"How is she?" Theo walked over to the soiled bullet on the tray and studied it. "This is a sniper shot, how critical is her wound? Will she make it?" He faced the busy doctor with a serious look.

"Of course, her condition is very serious, poor woman might never properly make use of her left arm again."

Martha's gasps tore through the air, she held her poor chest and sobbed. Madame Evana remained impassive but one could see how much she was trying to hide.

"You should have brought her straight to my clinic not allowing her to bleed through a thirty-minute ride back to your house." The doctor reprimanded.

"Ten minutes actually, We made sure of that," Theo corrected, glancing over at Otis who stood head bent by the door. The doctor gave Theo an unbelievable look over his glasses.