Chapter 181: The Bitter Pill (1/2)

I could feel someone pull me off the sick bastard.

”Dr. Butler, Miss Lewis is asking for you!” someone screamed. Reason slowly seeped into my mind and I turned slowly towards the source of the voice.

I stiffly turned towards Evie and found her being attended to by two paramedics. I had to slap myself to control my thoughts as I kneeled beside her.

”How is she looking?” I asked, my voice shaking. The paramedic, who was busy wrapping a tourniquet around my injured thigh.

”She is losing blood because of the drugs in her system. It has reduced clotting of blood cells and therefore she is at higher risk at the moment,” he said without looking at me.

”She is going to be okay, right?” I gulped.

”Yes. Once we have her in the hospital and ween her off the drugs, we will have stabilized her. I will need you to accompany me,” he said quietly.

I blinked but nodded. I looked around the room and saw the people lying on the floor. ”What about them?” I asked finally.

The paramedic looked around. ”They were shot strategically it looks. They should be fine when we get the bullets out,” he assured. He patted me on the shoulder and called the other man to transfer Evie onto a bed.

”I'll help!” I volunteered immediately. My vision blurred as moisture poured out of me. There was relief, but also fear that this was not the end.

I looked at Evie's glassy eyes and felt a sob rip through my throat. ”Evie, can you hear me?” I asked once we had transferred her onto the bed. I cradled her face. I knew she was barely conscious of the pain, but the paramedic had asked me to check on her once in a while. It was better if we transported her to the hospital while she was awake.

She squeaked, the sound making my heart ache. She was in visible pain but they couldn't medicate her or alleviate it because they didn't know what drugs they had pumped in her or how long she hadn't consumed any drug.

Without the full knowledge, any medication they gave could push her to death.

”I'm right here. I found you, see?” I told her. There was no smugness in my voice or victory. I wanted to inflict the same wound on me as punishment.

How I had boasted of being a genius. Of solving every case. But I couldn't solve something so simple.

”I shot,” she said, her voice low and wavering.

”I know. You did so well. This was your first time shooting at a person, right?” I asked. I patted her shoulder, trying to keep her awake. ”You could have died but you only incapacitated them.”

”Mm. I'm free,” she said. A small, pained smile overcame her lips.

”Yes. We got him. We got them all. Once you feel better, I will tell you everything, okay?” I assured her.

”Director-General,” she mumbled.

”Yes. It was his son,” I answered. So intelligent. ”Don't worry. We trapped him. They won't get away with any of those crimes,” I told her.

Evie was already unconscious when we reached the hospital. The beds were wheeled in, all emergency cases. Gene received a full body check-up and her parents filed into the hospital room to make sure where she was. They glanced at me standing outside Evie's room and came over to thank me.

”I heard your fiancé saved my daughter,” the mother sobbed as she cradled my hand. I nodded stiffly but didn't respond. A mean comment was lurking at the tip of my tongue. I was not proud of it.

I heard the buzz of people inside Evie's room, the panic in the doctors and I couldn't think of a single reason why I should speak nicely to them.

”Thank you so much!” she cried. The father seemed to have sensed my discomfort and pulled the mother away.

I looked towards the room Jade had been taken in. It was a more serene picture in there. The doctors asked her questions and performed the sexual assault tests. She looked defeated but there was still a spark of life in her.

Right down the hall, Bernard Page and Lucy Page were kept in one room, handcuffed to the bed after emergency surgery to take out the bullets had been performed. Guards waited outside, prim and proper, looking around for possible threats.