chapter 3

XENA CARTER's POV

"HERE'S your luggage, my queen," butler Voga said and handed me my stroller.

"Thank you, butler Voga. Take care of my papa, please," I told him.

He bowed "Yes, my queen."

Wearing my usual outfit, blue suit but this time, I was just slack. Of course with my sunglasses.

"Welcome aboard, queen." I just greeted dad’s staff.

Here you go, self. I smiled. What does she look like now? He still handsome? Matured? Or is he still a playboy? I'm excited to see him again.

"Where is Lay?" I asked one of my reapers.

"He's in the Philippines, queen. Your cousin is missing."

My forehead furrowed. Cashren is missing? How? I just ask Lay, maybe my cousin was looking for him.

"I'm just here, butler Voga," I promised.

I will take a plane trip. Papa wants me to ride his private jet but I refuse. I want to go home alone.

"Keep safe, my queen."

***

I just slept the whole trip. I woke up when I heard that our plane was about to land at the airport.

I just waited for the other passengers to get off. Will I still search, if I can get them ahead?

My stroller was towed when I got off. My smile widened when I felt the atmosphere of the Philippines.

"Hey, Philippines. I'm back," I whispered.

As I've expected, its presence is warm and unique.

2AM in the afternoon when I arrived from Switzerland. I took big steps to get out of the airport and when a taxi stopped, I immediately stopped and entered as well.

I was suddenly horrified when I felt the strange presence. Risk ...

Before I could make any moves I just felt the sharp object sink into my side. The pain subsided immediately and I could even feel the blood flowing from my wound.

It was painful, painful but my face remained emotionless.

"What do you want?" my voice was still cold as ice when I asked them.

Even though I don’t look back at how many of them I know there are only two people here inside the taxi.

I forgot that one of the most dangerous was to take a taxi.

"I want you to die," he whispered in my ear and I firmly closed my eyes as the knife he was holding sank even deeper.

I was startled when I felt his tongue in my ear and down my neck.

"F*ck you," I cursed and I heard him chuckled.

"Later," he said.

He didn’t expect what I did. I quickly grabbed the knife buried in my side and I didn’t hesitate to stab him in the chest. It was right in his heart.

I smiled when he vomited blood and his eyes widened.

"You can't do that, f*cker. Face your f*cking death and say my 'hello' to Hades," I said as I gritted my teeth.

I grabbed the knife again and threw it at the driver who was about to shoot me. It hit his neck.

"No pressure," I murmured and I got out of the car.

I called my reaper.

"Yes, my queen?" he answered over the phone.

"Lay ... Help me, please ..."

I touched my stabbed side and when I tore my coat my white longsleeve turned red.

"I'm going to the hospital on my own. Clean up the mess at the airport," I said and hailed another taxi.

I got in the shotgun's seat and aimed the gun at the driver's senses.

"Drive, hospital," I said coldly and he turned pale with fear. Somehow, I am safe.

"TALK and you'll die," I added and he just nodded.

My forehead and neck are covered with sweat. As time went on my wound hurt more. It looks like it's burning. My breathing stopped because I felt like I was going to run out of breath.

My vision was blurred but before that I hit the driver hard on the neck, with my gun and he lost consciousness.

"I told you to bring me to the hospital! Not to the precinct! Look!" I crispy cheaply and I pulled the collar of her dress and swapped our seats. Of course I got off to get in the driver's seat.

I haven't lost strength yet. I can still drive, I wouldn’t have had a hard time if he had followed my command.

I start the engine and I drive ... but d*mn it! I forgot where the hospital is here! I forgot!

But I just drove straight and I didn't fail.

De Cervantes Hospital.

I just remembered the taxi driver's plate number, so I could pay him. Because all my luggage was left in that taxi.

I saw a doctor not far away and I walked over to him. My eyes are starting to cloud.

I want to rest. I held him by the hem of his doctor's robe.

"H-help m-me ... d-doctor ..." I said and I lost my balance.

I expected to fall to the floor of the hospital but its strong arms caught me and everything went blank.

***

KIERSON MOJEH's POV

"F*ck! Stretcher!"

TBC

KIERSON MOJEH's POV

IT'S already 2:20 PM, lunch time has passed. But until now I have not been able to have lunch.

I was busy with my works, Radiologist doctor is not that easy. I'm not involved in the operation because I'm not a specialist. I am dealing with the CT scan, monitoring the MRT scan and such. I was often just in the testing room and I checked a lot earlier in the scan.

So I didn't notice that I would have gone hungry if I hadn't just knocked on Lervin's door.

I'm at the exit of the hospital. I will eat outside, at the resto. I don't feel eating the foods from the hospital. I prefer restaurant food.

I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of my doctor's robe.

I received a text message from Georgina.

From: Georgina

"Hi, I heard from Lervin that you haven't had lunch yet. Me too, let's go together, please?"

My sharp nose twitched and I remembered my misfortune again. To marry a woman I don't know. Ugly and still blind. Where's the justice? My parents just teased me. F*cking sh*t na 'yan. Ta--

I gasped when someone touched the hem of my robe. Horror movies are like this, eh! So I was really surprised!

"H-help m-me ... d-doctor ..." I heard a woman's voice whisper softly. Its tone is hard and it is cold but its difficulty is noticeable.

"F*ck!" I was so cheap when I turned around that he was out of balance but fortunately I reflected quickly.

I caught him before he fell to the hospital floor. Her body is very weak and I think, she lost her consciousness.

"F*ck! Stretcher!" I shouted. I was even surprised when I could feel his side full of blood.

"Stretcher!" I shouted again and a nurse approached us while pushing the stretcher.

I touched the back of the woman's leg then gently lifted her.

My eyebrows met when I lowered him to the stretcher he was still wearing sunglasses. Her sunglasses are too tinted so I can't see her eyes. Include even bigger it.

The woman has long hair, she is in blue attire. Because she was wearing sunglasses, her sharp nose and red lipstick were more pronounced. Well, white and beautiful ... m-her body is beautiful even though she's still in office attire.

I tore off his coat which made me even cheaper. Her white longsleeve is already red! How is that ?!

Naaksidente, mali. Was it shot?

"Dra. Even!" I called our doctor friend and when I saw a patient, he immediately approached our place.

My palm rubbed against the woman's wound even more as her blood flowed.

Dra. Even the woman's pulse and then she commands that we take the patient to OR.

I went with the OR, and they put an oxygen mask on the woman. It is difficult to breathe according to Dra. Even.

I don’t know who pushed me to reach the woman’s face.

One thing I knew it was I was wiping the sweat from his forehead down to his neck.

I felt strange. What the h*ll?