Seconds *COMPLETED*

Chapter 15

Raymond Caruso

Aghast, I stared at her. She lay motionless on the ground. Blood was flowing out of the gunshot wound in her forehead.

No way! This can't be true. She can't die. She's my Tiara; I can't live without her. She's my life; I'll go mad if anything happens to her!

My eyes shifted from her to the man standing before her like a rock. Darien. His face was contorted with anguish as he stared down at her on the ground. Was this the man she left me for? Look at him, she's dying and he doesn't even care!

No, Tiara! You can't die! I won't let you die!

My mind was blur. I didn't know what I was doing. I just wanted to save her; that's all I knew.

I scooped her frail body into my arms and started heading towards my car.

As I approached my car, Narissa ran up to me, distraught. She was saying something but nothing she said registered in my mind. My Tiara in my arms was the only thing flooding my mind.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" I hollered as Narissa tried to stop me.

"Please don't kill her, sir! Let me take her to the hospital. Please sir," Narissa insisted.

I flung her away with my left arm before carrying Tiara into my car and driving to the hospital. I didn't care to turn back and check if Narissa was fine. My Tiara was all that mattered to me!

As I rushed her to the nearest hospital, I almost collided into a few cars along the way with my rash driving and impatience to get Tiara to the hospital.

At last, I reached the hospital and carried Tiara in.

I saw a pregnant woman lying on a stretcher, crying and writhing in pain. I grabbed the woman's arm and dragged her off the stretcher before laying Tiara on it. A loud thud and a scream echoed as the pregnant woman fell to the floor behind me.

"Where's the doctor?" I demanded to the scared nurses who were standing around.

"Sir, please, you have to wait. This is an emergency delivery. We'll tend to you as soon as we can," a nurse tried to explain to me.

I turned to face her furiously and grabbed a fistful of her hair as I ordered, "You will treat my Tiara first! I don't care about that woman or her delivery! My Tiara is dying and you will treat her or I will make you a dying patient in this same hospital, do you understand?"

"Please wait, sir. I'll call a doctor," another timid nurse cried before running out of my sight.

Within a moment, I heard a man's voice. "What is going on here?"

I turned to see a doctor approaching me.

"Doctor, you have to save my Tiara or else-" Before I could finish speaking, the doctor interposed, "Look here, sir. This is a hospital. We have some rules here and you have to follow the procedures. A nurse will give you the form. Please fill it up and we'll tend to you as soon as we can."

I grabbed the doctor's collar and pinned him to the wall, demanding, "Won't you save my Tiara first? If anything happens to her, I'll see that you, this hospital and every single soul here will face their end today."