Forbidden Love [COMPLETED]

Chapter 57

"Hello, Mrs. Bradford. I'm Dr. Armstrong, I'm going to take a look at your leg. Is that alright?" She asks.

The patient nods in acknowledgment, so Becky continues, "What really happened?"

"I slipped on a toy. My youngest leaves them scattered everywhere."

"Kids can be a handful, right?" Becky says with a smile.

"Please call me, Lucy." Becky nods.

"Do you have kids?" Lucy asks.

"I do. Two little girls." Becky says with a big smile before going back to analysing the foot.

"How do you manage work and kids? I still have trouble, I can't imagine how it must be for you. Doctors work odd hours, right?" Becky chuckles. "We do. But luckily my parents help out."

"What about your husband?"

"My wife actually. She's also a doctor. So not much luck there."

They fell into an easy laughter.

"It doesn't look broken, probably a sprain. Although we need an x-ray to confirm." When Becky turns to one of the nurses to take Lucy for an X-ray, she hears a scream, followed by multiple of those.

“Aster?” Becky calls one of the nurses in shock. “Is everything okay?”

“No, it’s not,” Aster pants out. “There is a crazed man in the ER, he has a gun and something strapped to his body."

"A bomb?"

"I think so."

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Becky grumbles. Why does it always happens in this hospital?

She looks around the room finding both the exits locked and all of the nurses huddled to a corner. In the middle she sees a middle aged man holding a gun, he turns around just as Becky's eyes spot him.

"Move!" He orders.

The nurses beside Becky moves on his orders joining the others, all the patients are still in bed.

"All of you, off the bed." He demands.

Beside her Lucy jumps off the bed and hops on one leg to the corner he points to.

"You!" He calls clearly pointing at Becky. She was too frozen to even acknowledge his words.

"I'm calling you." He growls. He takes long strides towards Becky, "Are you a doctor?" He spite.

"Y..yes." Becky gulps. How the hell does she always finds herself in these kind of situations? If he doesn't, Freen is going to kill her.

"Who else?" He asks.

"M..me?" Saint raises his hands equally shocked.

"Fucking great!" Becky mumbles.

"You two, together go to that chair and sit down."

Becky and Saint starts to move, once they are close enough, Saint leans in,

"You and dangerous situations seems to go hand in hand, Dr. Armstrong?" Saint chides.

"Go to hell!" Becky retorted.

"Shut up you two!" The gunman orders shoving his gun on to Saint's back and directing them to the chair.

They are on the far end of both exits with nurses and the patients huddled around on either side. Becky looks around for another exist but comes up empty, not to say if anyone tries anything, he is got a clear view and he definitely is going to shoot or worse blow them to pieces.

"There is no exit points. All we can do is wait it out. I'm sure the police are on their way." Becky says trying to calm down everyone.

"I'm not going to sit here and wait to get shot." Saint argues.

Becky tilts her head slightly to look at him or rather glare, "I don't care what you want. But I'm not going to let you get anyone else hurt. Not on my watch." Becky grits out.

"You are not my boss."

"I told you to fucking shut it." The man growls, his voice clearly suggesting his impatience.

With each passing minute she can sense the growing frustration in the man. He is getting impatient, and soon he's bound to lose control. There is no way this is going to end well.

“Excuse me, sir,” Becky says, raising her hands and surprising everyone. “I can help you with that." Becky says pointing to his bleeding hand, which doesn't look good at all. It's a nasty cut and the pain is clearly adding to his anger.

She looks at Saint, who has a 'what the fuck are you doing?' look. The others aren't any different.

The gunman contemplates for a moment before nodding his head and gesturing her to move forward.

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Outside the ER, the police are already setting up operations. “Listen up, everyone,” one of the women who seems to be in charge says. “According to the call dispatch received, our suspect is in the ER with what appears to be a small handgun and several explosives strapped to his body. He probably has a remote in case something goes wrong. We’re unaware of exactly how many hostages are inside, so once we get a visual, we will move accordingly. Hostage Rescue Team (HRT) is already on site and ready to act."

"There's probably 12 hostages." Freen says coming up near the woman who finished talking.

"And who are you exactly?" The woman asks with a judgemental look.

"I'm the chief." Freen says having no patience for stupid bureaucracy.

"Right. I'm Agent Danvers, I will be heading the rescue." The woman says and then goes on to updating the others about the amount of hostages.

"Do you know what is going on in there?" Freen asks skipping from foot to foot. Every second increasing her worry tenfold.

"No, but we are trying to draw up the CCTV footage as we speak."

"Got it." One of the IT guys working on the computer says.

Freen steps towards the screen as soon as she spots Becky, she quickly grabs the agent's elbow, who turns back to look at her confused.

“My wife, that's my wife; you have to save her.” Freen says urgently, her composure slipping away once she sees Becky moving towards the gunman.

The agent's eyes goes wide in surprise before it turns to concern for Freen.

"What is she doing?" Agent Danvers asks to no one in particular.

“You need to get her out of there. She’s going to do something stupid."

“It’s okay, take a breath.” The Agent says in an attempt to calm Freen down.

“I can’t,” Freen responds, shaking her head. "I can't lose her."

"You won't. We are going to save her."

Freen shakes her head to get a hold of her emotions, freaking out is not going to help anyone.