Forbidden Love [COMPLETED]

Chapter 60

Becky closes her eyes, bracing for impact, but it doesn't come. She opens her eyes in horror to see Saint on the floor clutching his chest, bleeding.

"Where are you going?" He asks, pointing the gun at Becky, who starts to move towards Saint.

"I have to help him. He's going to bleed out." She begs.

He gestures with his gun for her to go ahead.

"Is it a clean shot?" Aster asks, coming to Becky's aid.

Becky lifts him up, looking for an exit wound.

"No exit wound. We need to get him to a bed. On my count, one, two, three!!"

Two other nurses come to take hold of his legs. Together, they get him into a bed.

"His ribs might have caught the bullet." Becky says, removing his shirt and looking over the wound.

"He's choking. He can't breathe." Aster says, panicking.

"The ribs must be pressing on to his oesophagus or worse, his heart." Becky says.

Aster turns to Becky, terrified, "He needs an OR."

Becky knows he's not going to survive without surgery. And he needs to be in an OR now. She has to try, even if she has to beg him, she will.

"He needs surgery. He's going to die otherwise." Becky shouted, frantically trying to place enough pressure on his wound.

The gunman scoffed, "Do I look like I care? You're a doctor. If you wanna save him, then do it. No one is going anywhere."

"I have to do it." Becky says, turning around to face the others.

"Dr. Armstrong, he needs anesthesia. He needs an OR. You can't."

"He's already unconscious and probably dying. I have to do something." Becky says, getting the gloves and putting them on.

"Give me the scalpel." She orders.

"Hold him in place, just in case he wakes up." She says before moving in, "I'm making the cut."

Blood pours out of the incision, almost blinding her view.

"Shit!" She curses.

"Do you see it?" Aster asks frantically.

"It's his ribs. I'm going in." Becky says, placing her left hand in the cut and slowly moving her fingers inside, trying to feel the bullet,

"Got it. Give me the forceps." She takes it with her right hand and pulls the bullet out.

All of them hold their breaths.

"He's breathing." Aster says.

Becky finally releases a deep breath.

"I can't close him up. His ribs are broken. He won't make it." Becky knows she had done what she can in this situation. He'll live for now. But not long enough. She looks at his face. He looks peaceful, but for how long?

It doesn't matter who he is. It doesn't matter if he had tormented her life. A life is a life, and it's worth saving.

"Can you please listen to me? He has to go out. Now." She shouts.

He shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest. Becky sighs. She is not going to let him die.

"I know why you asked me about my kids. Your brother, you brought him up, right? He was like your own child. And you want to save him. I understand that. All of us want to save someone. But this isn't the way."