Chapter - 4 (The Unexpected Ally)

I'm sitting in the hospital, she is in front of me, lying on the hospital bed. I'm staring at her with a mixture of anger, frustration, and concern. Who the hell is she? I ask myself. Why couldn't I take my eyes off her since I found her lying on the ground? Why is she attracting me? And why did she have to take that shot? Was that shot meant for her or for me?

I couldn't believe how reckless she was, risking her life like that. But despite my frustration, I couldn't deny the concern that I felt for her. I didn't even know her name, yet I couldn't shake off the feeling of wanting to protect her.

The nurse came in to check on her and I could feel my anger boiling up. "Why wasn't she treated immediately?" I shouted at her. "Don't you see she's in pain?"

The nurse looked taken aback by my outburst and quickly got to work, checking Ameera's vitals and administering painkillers. But my mind was still racing with questions.

Despite my anger, I couldn't help but feel drawn to her. There was something about her that had caught my attention from the moment I saw her. Maybe it was the way she carried herself, so confidently and unapologetically. Or maybe it was the look in her eyes, so intense and full of life.

As I watched her lying there, I felt a strange sense of protectiveness wash over me. I didn't know who she was or what her story was, but in that moment, all I could think about was keeping her safe.

I sat down next to her bed and took her hand in mine, gently rubbing my thumb over her knuckles. "You're going to be okay," I whispered to her, not even sure if she could hear me. "I won't let anything happen to you."

For the first time in a long time, I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe this girl was the answer to all the questions that had been weighing me down for so long. Maybe she was the one who could help me make sense of this chaotic world.

"Excuse me, sir," another nurse interrupted my thoughts. "We need to take her for an emergency surgery. Are you her family member?"

I hesitated for a moment, still lost in my thoughts. "No, I'm not," I finally answered, realizing that I had to make a decision.

The nurse looked at me with a questioning expression. "We need to know if we can proceed with the surgery. If you're not a family member, we need someone to sign a consent form."

"I'll do it," I said firmly, realizing that I couldn't just sit there and watch her suffer. "I'll sign it."

I got up and walked towards the nurse, "give it to me" She handed me the form, and I signed it quickly.

As the nurse and a male orderly moved towards the girl's bed, I couldn't help but notice that she was young and fragile. I still wondering how she had ended up in the hospital saving me, a complete stranger.  

I felt a wave of confusion and guilt wash over me. Why had this girl saved me, a complete stranger? I watched in silence as they wheeled the girl's bed towards the surgery room, her eyes closed, and her face contorted in pain.

As they were about to take her away, I stopped the nurse, "Wait, I want to go with her."

The nurse looked at me incredulously, "Sir, that's not possible. Only family members are allowed in the surgical ward."

I felt a sudden surge of frustration and power, "I don't care. I need to be there for her. I owe her that much."

The nurse looked at me for a moment before relenting, "Alright, but you have to stay in the waiting area."

I nodded and followed them into the surgery room. I stood there, watching as the doctors worked on her, feeling helpless and powerless.

As I sat in the waiting room, my thoughts turned to the girl, wondering how she was doing. Why had she saved me? Why did I feel so protective of her, even though I didn't know her?

Finally, a doctor emerged from the surgery room, and my heart skipped a beat. "How is she?" I asked, my voice trembling with anxiety.

The doctor looked at me with a grave expression, "The surgery was successful, but she's still unconscious, and her condition is critical. We need to keep her under observation for the next few days."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. She was going to be okay, but I still couldn't shake the feeling of confusion and protectiveness towards her. She had saved my life, and now it was my turn to save hers.

Just as the doctor finished speaking, my phone rang. I saw that it was one of my men, and I answered it immediately. "What is it?" I asked, my voice clipped and business-like.

"Boss, we have an emergency. You need to come to the office right now," the man on the other end said urgently.

I sighed, knowing that I couldn't delay. "I'll be there in ten minutes," I replied before hanging up.

As I made my way to the exit, I couldn't help but glance back at the girl's room. She lay there, still unconscious, her fate uncertain. 

But I quickly pushed those thoughts aside and made my way outside. As I stepped into the street, I felt the eyes of everyone on me. I knew that I was feared and respected in equal measure, and that my power was limitless.

My men were waiting for me outside, their faces tense and serious. "What's the emergency?" I asked, my voice cold and hard.

"It's the Colombians, boss. They've made a move on our turf," one of them said, his voice low and urgent.

I felt a sudden surge of anger and frustration. We had been at war with the Colombians for months, and I was tired of their constant attacks. "Gather the men," I ordered, my voice low and deadly. "We'll show them what happens when they mess with us."

As I sat in the car, driving towards the office, I couldn't shake off the thought of the girl lying in the hospital bed. Despite my best efforts, she had managed to occupy my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and responsibility towards her.

But as much as I wanted to be by her side, I knew that I had a job to do. The situation with the Colombians was dire, and I couldn't afford to lose focus now. My men were counting on me, and so was my empire.

 As I reached the office, my quickly briefed me about the situation that was enough to boil my blood. 

I felt a sudden surge of anger and frustration. We had been at war with the Colombians for months, and I was tired of their constant attacks. "Gather the men," I ordered, my voice low and deadly. "We'll show them what happens when they mess with us." and ordered them to gather their weapons. I knew that this was going to be a long and bloody battle, but I was ready to do whatever it takes.

My men nodded and quickly dispersed, knowing that I was not a man to be trifled with. 

Even as we set out for the battlefield, my mind kept drifting back to the girl in the hospital. I couldn't help but wonder about her and her fate. Was she going to be okay? Would she recover fully? And most importantly, would she be still there by the time I return?

I made a silent promise to myself that once I finish this task, I would go back to the hospital and check on her. I owed it to her, and I owed it to myself. I couldn't let her sacrifice go in vain.

With my men by my side, we charged towards the enemy lines, guns blazing. I knew that this was going to be a battle of attrition, but I was determined to come out on top. As I fought, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, and I knew that nothing could stop me.

Hours passed, and the battle raged on. But in the end, we emerged victorious. The Colombians had retreated, and my men and I had managed to protect our territory once again.

As I made my way back to the hospital, exhausted and bruised, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. I had kept my promise, and I had fulfilled my duty. And now, it was time to check on the girl and see if she was okay.