Chapter 1. Shameful Dying

A man was panting and walking while holding a gunshot wound in his stomach. He walked with some cuts on his face and wounds on his body. His bodyguards hadn't arrived, and he had to try to protect himself.

His colleague betrayed him. He was trapped in a meeting that turned out to be aimed at getting rid of him. Unfortunately, he told his men to leave.

"Damn it, I'll kill him later!" cursed the man, gasping, while grabbing his shot wound. He rechecked his gun and was ready to shoot anyone who closed.

Now 20 people are looking for him along the empty street of Salita Cacciottoli. Desperately, he got out and fired his last bullets at them who chased after him like hungry dogs.

Some gunshots erupted as he ran with his last remaining strength and unbearable pain in his abdomen.

"Il Cazzo!" (bastard) he cursed and reshot. The men who didn't get hit kept on chasing and were ready to kill him off once they got him. The man chose to jump into a sewer to hide. He would never surrender to die tonight, not even once. The people who were after him were insane. They barged all over the corners to catch him.

The man started to get dizzy from losing quite a lot of blood, whilst he still had to stay quiet while his enemies were outside. The sewer rats smell his blood and would soon have a party with him if he didn't come out.

With his last strength, he stomped to death one of the rats that came over his expensive shoes. The shoe’s sole was now covered with the rat’s blood yet it did not matter now.

Until almost 30 minutes passed, he could no longer stand up. The man had to get out after everything was safe, but he couldn't climb the high gutter wall.

"Help me!" he pleaded quietly, unable to stand up anymore, and started asking for help. No one passed him on the empty street after midnight this time. The man tried to climb up but tripped even more to fall.

"Aaah! Damn it!" he gasped in pain and cursed in annoyance.

"Help me, fuck please, help me!!" the man pleaded for help, whilst trying to pull himself up. He was clinging to the sewer wall. On the surface, the expensive watch on his wrist shone under the dim street lamp that somehow might sign someone who crossed the street.

Just as he couldn't stand the misfortune because of his miserable dying, someone finally pulled up his hand from the top of the drain. The helper's hand was smooth and soft. It was so slender and not strong enough to pull a tall, heavy man like him. It was a petite girl who recognized someone was on the sewer after glimpsing the watch.

"Sir, you should pull your body up. You are too heavy!" the girl complained while pulling him. The man had his last breath and strength to push himself up. He grabbed the girl's hand and almost dragged her into the ditch.

"Aaah!" he groaned in pain after forcibly pulling up by a random girl out of a stinky gutter.

After reaching up, the man then turned to the girl who had helped him. He tried to see clearly but the losing blood caused the blackout.

"Help me!" he hissed before fainting. The girl with the light blonde bottom ponytail was wearing oversized glasses and looked confused. She glanced left and right and fixed her glasses so that she could see him clearly.

"Sir… Sir! What happened to you?" she tried to shake him, trying to wake him up. She has no idea because the man was now unconscious though his face is merely visible under the dim light.

"What should I do? It looks like he's hurt," she mumbled, then put her hand on his abdomen. She touched the blood as she rose up the hand.

"Ah, this is blood. What am I supposed to do!" She was panicked and tried to stand, looking left and right confusingly. No one passed by, or a car stopped. The street is so quiet as she would never get a cab if she doesn't start walking to the crossroad.

The girl decided to pull and dragged the tall man on her tiny body using a whole of her power.

"Ahh, you are so heavy!" the girl dissed while trying to drag him. While tumbling a few times, she did not give up. The man should get to the hospital. As she almost get to the crossroad and then tripped, the man woke up slightly. He tried to see what was going on, but he could feel his body being dragged by someone.

"Who are you?" the man vaguely asked and then get unconscious. She now had time to see his face clearly. The man is like a god from heaven. His handsome face had perfect sculpture.

However, she has not had time to admire God's perfect creation. So, she continued to drag him to the side of the road. After leaning him against a water tank, the girl ran out into the street. She was trying to find a cab to take the man to the hospital.

"Help me… please stop!" the girl shouted her petite shriek that was almost impossible for someone to hear it.

"Please stop!" she jumped right into the middle of the street and a cab had to stop before hitting her.

"Thank you, sir!"

"Come on, quickly!" the taxi driver said, grimacing at her. The driver did not even help her to drag the unconscious man to the taxi.

"Please, take me to the hospital!" the girl ordered to the driver. But she looked like a middle school student was giving orders to a 60-year-old man. The man then turned back to her and frowned.

"Do you have any money?" the girl smiled oddly. She dug into her shabby little wallet and took the rest of her money today.

"I have money!" she showed and gave all of them to him. The taxi driver snorted in annoyance and snatched the money out of her to start the car. The girl had to give her remaining cash from selling the flowers today.

Now she has no idea how to go home from the hospital after taking the poor man. But the girl shook her head. Her grandmother always taught her to help others.

"God will surely give more money to me later. I shouldn't hesitate," she muttered, then glancing a few times at the fainted man.

Arriving at the hospital lobby, she got out and asked the nurses to get the man out of the taxi. The man was then placed on a stretcher and immediately pushed inside.

"Miss, you should get along with us. We need all the information about the patient!" one of the nurses said to the girl.

"Me?" the nurse nodded.

The girl had no choice but to follow the nurse while the man was getting treatment at the ER. She had to give some information on the site also.

"What's his name?" asked the nurse to her.

"I-I don't know. I found him on the side of the road, so I brought him here." The doctor who was arriving checked his vital condition immediately.

"How did you find him lying on the street?" The doctor asked.

"I was passing by, and he asked me for help," the girl answered innocently.

"Search his identity!" the doctor ordered, and nurse looked for the man's pocket. They found a wallet that had the man's identity cards.

"His name is James Belgenza, sir," said the nurse. The doctor nodded and gave his medical instructions.

"Prepare the operating room. I have to get the bullets out!" The doctor gave the order. Some nurses then move the man into the operating room quickly.

"Miss, we need your consent to operate on this man. May I know your name?" the girl was confused, but she said it anyway.

"My name is Vreya Delilah Starley," she answered. The nurse wrote and nodded.

"Okay, what's your relationship with the patient?"

"Nothing," she answered spontaneously.

"But you should have a relationship to sign these consent documents!"

"But I'm not his family. I don't even know him." The nurse continued to reassure Delilah

"We cannot do the procedure if no one signs the documents. How about this? I will put your name as the person in charge or family members. What about a girlfriend?"

"WHAT!!"