Crazy Doctor

Slowly but surely, the helicopter continued to descend, and I could hear some sounds of electric sparks, minor explosions, and noises from within the helicopter. My heart pounded faster now, as I spotted a building where the helicopter would land, and I knew I had to fly away once the helicopter touched down or I would be discovered. The helicopter landed gently, and before all three wheels had touched the ground, there was another explosion from the burning engine, producing more thick black smoke.

Cries for help grew louder from within the helicopter; clearly, some people were trapped inside. As the helicopter came to a complete stop with the sounds of the burning flames, the pilot's door on the left side opened and a co-pilot emerged, coughing violently followed by black smoke. That's when I jumped to the right side. I remembered seeing a pilot on the right, and I hoped to rescue him, hoping the co-pilot who just left would open the side door and help the trapped passengers.

Without hesitation, I opened the pilot's door on the right and was immediately engulfed in black smoke and scorching heat. I found a pilot strapped in his seatbelt and quickly unbuckled him, pulling him out of the burning chopper. He was bleeding, and I couldn't tell if he was alive.

"Help!"

"Help!!!"

I heard cries, coughing, and pounding from the middle door of the helicopter. It seemed the co-pilot hadn't assisted them but had collapsed on the rooftop, and the thick black smoke from inside the helicopter made it impossible for them to find the exit. I wanted to break in to help, but from the start, I never wanted to be identified. Of course, lives are above all, but mine too was at risk of becoming a test subject.

"Damn it," I shouted, placing the pilot beneath my feet and quickly pushing the side door of the helicopter. Black smoke billowed out, followed by a man and a woman running out, coughing uncontrollably. They wore white – a doctor and a nurse, I presumed. The smoke prevented us from seeing each other. Without waiting any longer, I lifted the pilot I had placed under my feet, flew a bit away from them, and put the pilot down, wanting to flee before they spotted me.

"Help, help, there are still people inside," yelled the doctor.

"Please help them," the nurse added. My eyes darted to the helicopter, and the two who had just emerged looked exhausted and helpless, only able to shout for help as they tried to catch their breath.

They're utterly useless.

I need to go back and help the people inside.

"They'll find out!!!" I shouted at myself.

Damn it! I cursed, swiftly unzipping the blood-stained pilot's jacket with a BtP logo on the back and pulling it over my bare torso. I quickly grabbed the pilot's wide sunglasses and put them on, not forgetting a cap I found tucked in the pilot's left pocket, which I wore to conceal my face deeply. With a deft hand, I touched the blood on the pilot's body and smeared it on my face.

At least dressed like this, I won't be easily recognized.

The next moment, I darted back into the helicopter, pushing through the scorching heat and thick black smoke, holding my breath as much as possible. I did my best to drag unconscious people out of the chopper. Whether they were injured or not, I roughly pulled, lifted, and dropped them outside the helicopter. Time was running out, and I needed to act fast since the helicopter could explode at any moment. With the flames raging and the smoke thickening, I didn't want to risk having much time left.

I went back and forth between the helicopter and the building floor several times. On my last entry into the helicopter, ensuring no one was left behind, I found someone lying on the chopper's floor, strapped to a stretcher. I touched them, channeling my energy to levitate them out. "Boom!!!!" Another explosion sounded, and I didn't care about anything except getting out as fast as possible. Roughly gripping the patient, I flew out just as another deafening explosion resonated, startling me and halting my energy flow, causing me to plummet to the floor.

The scorching air blasted over me, causing my jacket to fling forward, and I felt the searing heat on my exposed back. Fragments from the exploded helicopter flew around, metal pieces crashing onto the building's floor. The heat was so intense on my bare chest, which was now touching the scorching building surface. When the explosion's noise ceased, leaving only the sound of the burning chopper, I stood up to see a nurse, a doctor, five patients, and two pilots – a total of nine people, all in horrific conditions, their faces and clothes stained black and red.

"Dr. Kumarwell, call me Kumar," the dark-skinned doctor with a sharp nose quickly ran over to me, extending his hand in introduction. "I..." I didn't know how to respond. "Boom!!!!" The helicopter behind us exploded once more, sending forth a wave of scorching heat, forcing both Kumar and me to duck. "You need to get us all to a hospital!!!" shouted the doctor as we walked side by side, stooping away from the chopper. My eyes widened at him, although he wouldn't see them since I was wearing sunglasses. Is he mad? I thought. He had just narrowly escaped death and now he's telling me to take everyone to a hospital.

"They need immediate medical attention," Kumar yelled close to me. I gazed at almost five people from the group who were patients now, being tended to by the nurse; they were groaning, injured, and bleeding. They genuinely needed help.

"Do we have any way to get to the hospital, am I supposed to carry them one by one?" I asked.

"No, that'll take too long, you have to find a way to transport all of us at once to the hospital," Kumar replied dismissively.

"Buses can't move due to a total gridlock," I retorted, urging him to think logically. Kumar was about to say something when a patient cried out in pain and the nurse quickly pleaded with him to check the injury,.

"Find a way!!!" he shouted. I winced as Kumar examined their wounds, some of which were gunshot injuries. Maybe I really should find something to lift them all. Slowly, I started levitating, soaring from the tall building down onto the streets. Everyone below was staring and pointing at me. Despite the circumstances, I felt somewhat cool as I glided down onto the roads. It was exhilarating to move above the jam-packed streets between buildings and cars.

It's rare for me to appear this cool.

This time, I wasn't too worried about being recognized since I wore the large sunglasses typical of pilots, a cap with the BtP emblem concealing my hair and forehead, and my face which was undoubtedly dirtied with blood and smoke. Clearly, at the moment, I looked like a BtP member with the large BtP emblem on the back of my blue jacket. My jacket fluttered as I flew, revealing my bare chest. I didn't want to zip up the jacket because its front was smeared with fresh blood. The bottom line was that I wouldn't be recognized, and regardless, people's lives should be my top priority over my own interests.

"Maybe..." I replied to my uncertain self, because I really just wanted to flee as quickly as possible. Yet, somehow, I got caught up in this flow. Right then, my eyes caught something large enough to transport many people at once. A blue and white tourist bus that seemed capable of accommodating 40 – 60 people, and it looked empty inside.

I knew the bus had been stuck in traffic since morning and the people inside had chosen to get out and walk around. I presumed most of the tourists went towards the scene to witness the ongoing battle. I flew low and landed on the broad roof of the tourist bus, placing my hands on the scorching hot roof. I immediately concentrated on feeling the entire bus. I wasn't sure I could lift something this huge, but I had to at least try.

Energy from the center of my chest began to spread along the bus, and I willed both myself and the bus to fly. The wheels of the bus lifted, and the bus emitted a slight rumble before finally taking off, witnessed by many onlookers with murmured astonishment.

Let BtP handle all of this.

I looked up at the building and with both my hands still on the bus, soared high towards the skyscraper where they were located. Some drivers looking at the engine and wheels of the tourist bus from below shuddered at the thought of such a massive bus falling on them. As I landed on the rooftop, Kumar and his nurse stared at me in shock. The wheels squeaked as I set off the large bus on top of the skyscraper.

"Get everyone inside," Kumar instructed his nurse without needing to ask me anything further, truly someone who understands everything.

"You can't come in," someone who appeared to be the bus driver's assistant emerged from the bus door, blocking the entrance. Kumar glanced at him, pulled out a gun from the holster of an unconscious pilot, and aimed it at him, saying, "We'll borrow it for a moment." The assistant instantly raised his hands and stepped aside.

Good job.

"Help me get everyone on board," Kumar told the defeated bus assistant who immediately followed the order. A walkie-talkie hanging from Kumar's waist rang out, and Kumar, with a pale face, responded. After a few words, his expression brightened. When all the patients had boarded the bus, Kumar exited to find me, who had just landed back on the building with an angry woman, the most foul-mouthed individual I've ever heard, and her husband. Kumar saw the woman's pregnant condition and, without asking any further questions, just directed his nurse to get the pregnant woman and her husband inside.

"I just wish she could be a little calmer," I said, grimacing, feeling my ears still ringing from her screams. "Which hospital are we flying them to, Sir?"

"We'll head there first," Kumar pointed towards the battleground. "There are still victims we need to rush to the hospital." I stared intently at him, unsure if he was joking. He almost died in that helicopter, and now he wants to go back to a place where he might get shot again just to save people. Why isn't he thinking straight?

"We need to get there now," Kumar shouted as he went through the bus door and shut it. I gazed at the man and sighed; perhaps his dedication as a doctor and savior truly outweighed his own life.

He's crazy, and I don't want to be with him even a second longer.

For now, I had no choice but to climb on top of the bus and fly it again. I really wasn't sure about taking them to a place where smoke still billowed, where all the BtP members were.

Damn it, maybe I should just fly this bus to a hospital and get away.

I was uncertain about the best choice. "Sir, Sir," I heard Kumar's voice calling from the driver's front window. I wasn't sure if I should move towards it because I was in the middle of the bus. He kept tapping on the roof and calling out. Alright, I sighed and gave in, his voice escalating. Slowly, I crawled on the roof, maintaining my touch on the bus and keeping my focus on enveloping the entire bus with energy, visualizing the bus as an extension of my body.

"What is it?" I yelled quickly as I came to the front, only a meter beside the bus driver's door. "The pilot says to be cautious about flying too high, as the enemy will shoot their explosive rockets like before," Kumar shouted. I instantly realized why the chopper went down, and before I could react, I saw a rocket heading straight in front of me.

"THEY'RE SHOOTING!!!" I screamed in shock. Quickly, I elevated the bus even higher to evade the rocket, unavoidably jolting the people inside quite a bit. The pregnant woman's screams could be heard outside.