After a few weeks...

It had been a few weeks since we have reached Italy. We were enjoying our vacation and were currently shopping. Sarah gave me a pile of clothes to try on.

"Sarah, you will wait outside right. I am not locking the door."

"Don't worry Claire I am waiting outside, you can change peacefully."

I am afraid to lock any room when I am inside it whether I am alone or with someone. And thanks to Ivan.......

I was just going to wear another dress that a man came inside...I was about to scream that his hands were placed over my mouth.

"Please.....I am not going to hurt you. After a few minutes I will be going............"

It was becoming hard to breathe and my eyes were now teary....and he noticed it.

"If.....I remove my hand you will not scream.....OK......"

I nodded my head. I noticed his face, he looked young and was dashingly handsome. Then I heard footsteps that were coming towards us...

"Find him.....He has been shot....he can't go that far." One of them said. "Find him soon otherwise the boss will kill us."

"Oh, my god he's shot, he must be in pain. I think I should help him even though he must be a bad person" I thought to myself and decided to save him.

I quickly hugged him and then the door opened...and I saw a young boy dressed fully in black.

"Why the hell did you open the door" I yelled.

"Oh, sorry. I think you should at least lock the door while you are in public." He said.

And with that, he went. After a few silent minutes I heard a familiar voice.

"Claire are you alright?" Sarah asked

"Yes come help me."

"What are you doing with this man?" She asked me.

" I will tell you. But first, let's take him to our home. He is been shot and has fainted."

We took him to our house....I was safe as grandma had gone to Durban, to visit her childhood friends.

It took 8 hours to operate him...He was lucky to be treated at the right time, by analyzing his wounds he was shot at least yesterday....he had two bullets, one on his shoulders and other at his abdomen near the liver.

A Day Later:

"Hey, Claire get up. Go and have some food, please. You haven't eaten a whole day."

"No, Shreya. You know I give prime importance to my patients and he hasn't wakened till. I hope that he would wake up soon."

And then I saw him trying to open his eyes.

"My God, you are awake. Shreya brings him some food then he can fresh up himself." She left to get the food.

"How are you feeling."

"Where am I? Who are you and why did you bring me here?" "Please breathe. First, you are at my grandma's house. Second, you were the one to hold me in the changing room. And last, you were shot and fainted on my arms. I am a surgeon ( even though I have to pass one more exam) and I operated you.

He remained silent after listening to me.

"So, what's your name? and don't worry I haven't told anybody about you, and by looking at your dress and by judging the people following you I hope you are involved in some gang, you can believe me."

But he didn't speak. The silence was interrupted by Shreya.

I helped him to sit and placed the plate on his lap. He was eating and I was happy that even though he didn't talk but he is eating food without questing.

Then Shreya placed a plate of food on my lap.

"See your patient is eating his food now you should also eat something. You haven't eaten anything since yesterday."

"I will eat later. You go and bring some pineapple juice it would be best for his digestion now." "And are you allergic to pineapple," I asked him, to which he shook his head.

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