Midnight desperation.

It was midnight. Two black Range Rovers sped towards the nearby hospital. Inside the lead vehicle, Simon’s eyes were filled with worry as he looked at his boss, who kept breaking out in sweat, his lips turning purple. Simon’s brow furrowed as he decided to undress the unconscious Alex. He removed his coat and unbuttoned Alex’s black inner shirt, revealing his firm, masculine chest. But something horrifying caught Simon’s eye.

The cut on his boss’s arm had turned black. Simon could see the black substance moving through Alex’s veins toward his chest. Though slow, it was a terrifying sight.

“Hit the accelerator!” Simon screamed, his voice filled with fear and urgency.

“Shit, what can I do?” he muttered to himself, worriedly. He tore Alex’s shirt and tied the arm tightly to prevent the poison from reaching his heart.

The car screeched to a stop at the emergency center of the nearest hospital.

As soon as Simon opened the door, he jumped out and rushed to carry Alex, shouting for a do