Love and Blood...

Surgery

                                                                              Chapter 3

Mary sighed...she shouted for her grandfather's help, then after a minute her grandfather came asking what is wrong. She pointed at the victim, and without hesitation,his grandpa helped carried him to the truck. They drove toward the village, curious women came, men from the pubs halted to see the bloody, almost dead body of the man.

"He's a victim gramdps, I knew it! Please tell them to sve this man ! I don't want someone be killed by that damn killer!"She said, her jaw clenched as she said her words rapidly.

"Of course I will," her grandpa kissed her cheeks. " I'll be right back"

That did it, Mary kicked a trash bin by the town hospital, '"I'm so gonna kill that stupid mutt!" she said to herself.Then she sat down to the nearest bench. her face turned red.She waited, feeling sorry for the victim, she kept cursing the killer. Her face redenned, he'll come, and I'll be ready.

Days have passed, and Mary was still praying for the victim's sake. She grabbed her basket to harvest some of the crops(though she's not in the mood). She brought a drinking bottle and a towel with her. Cutting the corn and placing it in her basket. She was exhausted and decided to take the day off. She sipped a iced tea and ater a loaf of bread she reheated in the oven. She sighed, the tea giving her energy and then she was off to go to the town's hospital.

As Mary approaches the hospital she bought some butter and bread to deliver to her grandpa. She stopped as her grandpa was frowning.

"What's wrong?" She asked feeling fear.

"He's... He'- h-he can't live for another day."

"Tell me you're kidding."

"C'mpn Mary. Me? Why would I joke about this?"

Mary sniffled, "Now you know it. Now you know that, that damn killer is. Now why can't you just help me gramps? We should help the police! Now you wantr some stupid justice and sit, relax and chitchat with the killer who killed your wife! And trhe one who destroyed that man's life?"

"You don't understand, Mary, if we're gonna resuylt to killing, then we're not different from this man."

"Never -"

"Rick, Mary. Come inside please."

They entered the town hospital, passing through different moaning, groaning rooms and filled with the scent of alcohol.

They enetered the intensive care unit room, in the center of the small pink room was a a bed, with a the man Mary rescued. Filled with bandages, and life supporting systems. 

"IS he okay?"

"Worse," The nurse replied.

"But you can save him right?"

"Yes, but not here, in the city, or maybe abroad. We also need a lot of money tro do it."

"WHAT? WHAT KIND OF DOCTOR ARE YOU? IF YOU CAN;T SAVE HIM THEN DON'T CONSIDER YOURSELVES DOCTORS!"

"I'm so sorry Mary, but we're doing the best that we can!"

" YOU'RE NOT DOING ENOUGH!"

"We're trying but we can't save him with all the poor equipments we have!"

"THEN-"

"Mary, go home." His gramps sighed.

"Please do what you can."  Mary finally said. And left...

Days has passed and no signs of improvement in the man's case. Mary was disgraced, this victim's the only one who can crack this case. With him, everything could be solved. But why is that, as if God don't want this mystery to be solved?

HOOONK!

She quickly got out. His grandfather's truck parked outside, his face filled with gloom. Mary frowned. HIs grandfather entered the farm, and in minutes he was inside the house.

"You have to come with me, Mary." He sighed.

Mary's mind raced.

They got to the hospital in haklf an hour. He lead her in.

"I'm sorry Mary, but I believe you must prepare yourself for this."

"He's dead?" Mary trembled.

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."Yes,"