"Stop right there." I growled angrily. From the moment I saw them. I felt odd. And their actions aren't stating otherwise either. They didn't looked back nor halted. They were getting on my nerves. Taking long strides back towards the same location they came from. Were they going to bury that man? Alive?
I originally should've let them take him but even when I'm not judging a book by its cover, I have several unsettling conclusions about them. Besides, one good reason was enough for me to take the wounded with me. I am the doctor, a fucking surgeon. And I was clear with my decision.
"My car is here and you are going to lay him there." I pointed with my cleanly blunt cut index finger nail to my car which was currently parked in the middle of the road. Way to make a fool of yourself but who cares. "You do as I say or I'm calling the cops." A Thing to say to scary strangers to help in the middle of rainy lonely night.
The wounded man made a movement in their hold and the others stiffened but I couldn't see him clearly. And this time they stopped and turned united, they were standing next to my car in no time, waiting for me to open the door. I too didn't wasted any time and helped them practically in doing nothing, I was simply made to sit on the backseat, the effort from my side was that I obeyed without opposing them. I would have defied them but it was not the time. They handed me the first aid and clean towels from the trunk as I instructed them to. They were cooperating likewise, but neither opened their mouth nor made a sound, almost like a ghost or a shadow, this was the only thing bothering me.
The wounded guy's head rested on my lap now that all the seats were occupied. Both the rude helpers made themselves comfortable in the front seats as I instructed them to blindly follow the GPS Navigation. Once they were concentrated in their work I warily noticed they were out of there raincoats and were dressed in a formal attire with night glasses on. Strange. I treated him for the time being and wiped his blood from the wet towel. I soon realised that I was soaking wet too, the thin fabric hugging my skin no longer served it's purpose, because of the rain and his blood. My brain went back to the time when the three muscled men flashed the torch right at me as they stared at us before vanishing, did they saw beneath my see through clothes? My eyes searched the car for my overcoat but the real problem on my lap brought me back to reality, I have to stop being selfish, the guy had started drifting off to sleep and it was not a good news, earlier his eyes were shut because of the rain and pain but now it was because he was tired. "Hey wake up! Don't sleep!!" I said in a worried tone. Then I looked in the front "drive fast! For his sake. If he gives in to sleep. His breathing rate will eventually fall and he will die." I said in the warning tone.
The guy in the passenger seat took something out, I observed in suspicion from the corner of my eyes. he rolled down his Window followed by a metallic click, a glimpse of grey metal glisten sharp line of moonlight before he stretched his engaged hand out of the window accompanied by the noise that reverberated in the ears and rang out far over the hills.
A Gunshot!
My eyes widened in shock I was too stunned to say something, I gulped, a lump formed in my throat. He fired out of Now I was hyperventilating. Tranquilly the weapon was kept back in its place and the window was rolled up. The guys casted shadows even under the luminescence. I am with the wrong people. I grew protective of the person on my lap. All the anxious feelings I've been trying brush aside till now broke through me. The beads of sweat constantly forming on my forehead and in my palms, followed by the cold shivers. My body shaking. I can't think. I was scared.
"What the hell!?" A quivering voice erupted from my gut.
His reply was cold and simple which Also happened to be his first "Now he will be steady." And what about my steadiness!?? Anger coarsed its way somewhere within me.
Even though the car was warm, my clothing kept me wet, I this rate I might get a cold too . I can't focus on myself when the person in front me is bloodied beyond recognition. He is sweating too. The towels were socked brown red. The car is suffocating. No one said a word. They behaved almost like nothing happened. But the echo of the gunshot repeated in the back of my head holding me on leash.
This Drive to my home was the Longest I've ever felt.
After Entering the code, all ushered inside my two storied smart home. Some of the tension left my body.
I was now safe.
Thereupon I showed them the room. They placed him on the bed. Parked the car in garage. Handed me the keys. "Listen Woman. If the man dies, so will you." Bowed and left. Awkward and surprising. I checked. They really left. A heavy sigh left me, I might've sprawled on the cold floor as well but. It was my call.
I dragged my feet to his room, sanatized my hands, covered my mouth, cleaned his body, injected the doses, numb him, stitched his wounds up, connected him to the ventilator. And finished remaining formalities. The basic treatment was done. I rushed against clock but it was in vain as I alone conducted the whole procedure. It took longer than expected. Subsequently I went up to my room disposed of my clothes, took a quick hot shower, sleep tormented me but I managed to appear fine. Hop into comfortable frock and climbed downstairs to the study.
I emerged a phone from the cabinet. Took a deep breath. My brain browsed through the memorized contact list until I found the one I needed to make a call to. My mind went through a Thousands of scenarios but I had already hit the call button. It was never too late, never too early.
"Zenovia!! Up for a night?" A hoarse shrill, somewhat drunk greeted my hostile ears.
Any word from his mouth provokes me to think five more times before proceeding any further. Grunting I cut the shit.
"I'll sign the papers."
My throat closed up, but the deed was done.
