The Stranger

A man was panting and walking while holding a gunshot wound on 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. He believed it and told his right hands to leave.

"Damn it, I'll kill him later!" cursed the man, gasped, and felt his shot wound. He checked again the gun he was holding and prepared 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 gun at the group of men who chased after him like hungry dogs.

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

"Il Cazzo!" (bastard) he cursed and shot again. The men who didn't get hit kept on chasing and were ready to finish him off once they got him. The man then jumped into a sewer to hide. He waited for the opportunity to come out. The people who were after him were insane. They searched all over the corners to catch him.

The man started to get dizzy from losing quite a lot of blood from the wound. But he still had to wait if he wanted to survive. The sewer rat began to smell his blood and would soon have a party at him if he didn't come out.

With the rest of his strength, he stomped to death the rat that approached him with his expensive pantoffle expensive shoes. The shoes are now exposed to sewer water mixed with blood from the rat carcass that he killed with his shoe's sole.

Until almost 30 minutes passed, he started dizzy and could no longer stand up. The man tried 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 again, but it only made him slip even more to fall.

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

"Help me, fuck please, help me!!" the man pleaded again, then tried to pull himself up. He was clinging behind the sewer wall. There was an expensive watch on his wrist that shone under the dim street lamp.

Just as he couldn't stand the misfortune he had because he was about to bleed to death in the gutter, his hand was suddenly pulled by someone 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 turned out that helped him up to the surface was a girl's hand.

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

"Aaah!" the man groaned in pain after forcibly pulling the girl to be his stand so that he could rise to the surface.

After reaching the asphalt, the man then turned to the girl who had helped him. His eyes tried to blink, but he couldn't see clearly.

"Help me!" the man fainted after asking the girl for help. The girl had light blonde hair in a bottom ponytail. She was wearing oversized glasses and looked confused. She glanced left and right and fixed her glasses again so that she could see more clearly.

"Sir… Sir! what happened to you?" the girl asked by pushing the man's body, trying to wake him up. The girl was even more confused because the man was now unconscious. She also could not see his face visible because of the light.

"What should I do? It looks like he's hurt," the girl mumbled, then tried to feel as she touched the blood that was visible around his stomach.

"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 streets are getting emptier, and if she doesn't start walking to the end of the road. Or she would never get a cab.

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

"Ahh, you are so heavy!" the girl complained, trying to drag him. With difficulty and sometimes tumbling, the girl half dragged the man she was helping. When she stumbled again, the man woke up slightly. He tried to feel what was going on, but he could feel his body being carried by someone.

"Who are you?" the man asked quietly and then fainted again. That's when the girl had time to see the face of the man she was helping. He is like a god who came down to earth. His face is very handsome with perfect sculpture.

However, she has not had time to admire God's perfect creation. So, she dragged the man with the rest of her strength to the side of the road. After leaning against a water tank, the girl ran out into the street. She was trying to find anything to take the man to the hospital.

"Help me… please stop!" the girl shouted in even a tiny voice that was not too audible.

"Please stop!" it was only after some cabs passed them until there was one that finally stopped.

"Thank you, sir!"

"Come on, quickly!" the taxi driver said, grimacing at her. The driver did not even help the girl 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 but then and reached to the small purse she was carrying. She pulled out a shabby little wallet and took the rest of her money today.

"I have money!" she showed and gave the money. The taxi driver snorted in annoyance and took the money out of her to start the car. The girl had to give the remaining cash to sell the flowers she got from one of her customers.

Now she is confused about how it will be 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 replace my money. I shouldn't hesitate," she muttered, then glancing a few times at the fainted man.

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

"Miss, you must come with us to give information!" one of the nurses said to the girl.

"Me?" the officer nodded again.

The girl is forced to follow the hospital staff, who pushes a man she just helped.

The girl had to give some information about the man when she was arriving at the ER room.

"What's his name?" asked the hospital nurse who was interrogating the girl.

"I-I don't know. I found him on the side of the road, so I brought him here." The doctor who was performing medical procedures on the man frowned.

"How did you find him lying on the street?"

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

"Search his identity!" the doctor ordered, and nurses started checking the man's pocket. They found a wallet that had the man's identity cards.

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

"Prepare the operating room. I have to get the bullets out!" The doctor gave the order. Some nurses would 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 innocently. The nurse wrote and nodded.

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

"Nothing," she answered spontaneously.

"But you must have a relationship to sign this operating permits documents!"

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

"Otherwise, the doctor cannot do the procedure. How about this! I will put your name as the person in charge or family members. What about a girlfriend?"

"WHAT!!"