Brief. Chilling. Then came a firm reply.
“Alright. I’ll take care of everything.”
—
Suddenly, the door burst open just as I was about to close my eyes.
I had just returned to the hospital and was receiving the intensive care Bryan had promised.
“Elena, come with me.”
Bryan grabbed my hand, trying to pull the IV out of my arm.
“Sir, I’m sorry, but Miss Elena needs rest. She just had abdominal surgery,” said a nurse watching over me.
Bryan stared at the nurse blankly. “I’m paying you to keep quiet.”
The nurse immediately bowed her head and left.
Meanwhile, I watched as Bryan’s hands hurriedly removed my IV. He wasn’t skilled at it and struggled.
“Let go. I can do it myself, Bryan!”
But it was too late. Bryan had succeeded. But blood was gushing from my hand. The pain choked my throat.
“What are you doing? Where do you expect me to go after all this chaos?” I asked angrily.
Bryan ignored me. Panic had been etched on his face from the start. Then he dragged me out of the hospital toward the car. My blood dripped onto the hospital floor. I struggled, but Bryan used my lack of strength to his advantage.
On the way, I realized the car was heading toward a place I knew all too well.