Chapter 90 Ahio Never Die

Darius fumbled, doing the initial inspection. "The bullet went in too deep. Too much blood came out."

Darius's breathing was irregular, fighting for oxygen to meet the needs of Lung for continued movement. Fear mixed with worry almost exploded a body and soul.

Darius, be gentle laid Ahio's porcelain body against it, before that, Darius took off a Jacket so that Ahio was quite comfortable under the soft and warm pillow.

A soft surface of emergency cotton was immediately created where Ahio groaned which meant she was still conscious.

"Ugh, damn." Darius sighed knowing that two bullets were buried deep inside him, but now, the man was focused on Ahio.

Ahio bled more.

"I' will pick up a bullet in your back."

"D-don't..."

The heart-wrenching sound of sorrow, immediately, Darius tensed, teeth chattering in a growl. Spicy burnt brown musk pheromones spread, burning, making the thick air unpleasant to breathe.

"Okay, please don't faint." Darius' voice was as soft as velvet, every time Ahio whimpered like a wolf cub on the edge of death, Darius' wound hurt several million times more.

A heart feels like it has been stabbed by a thousand needles leaking blood pump flow.

Tes.

Darius brought Ahio into a gentle embrace like treating a fragile glass cup that would break with just one touch.

Tes.

Initially, Darius thought that the water dripping onto Ahio's clothes and hair was sweat.

"Sweat...?" But Darius was wrong.

Strong fingers rose to touch a cheek. "Oh... Tears. I'm crying."

"Hahaha, when was the last time? 7 years old?"

Darius looked down and stroked Ahio lovingly. "I don't know, I forgot." A terrible smile on Acier's lips.

At first glance, after a second the veins bulged on Darius' forehead and jaw.

"Damn, they took so long."

Apart from being an emergency button, the remote also functions to provide location coordinates to make it easier for Darius' people to find them.

"Hah..."

"Hang in there Ahio. Three... Two... o-"

Footsteps were coming, in less than three seconds the door opened, Darius grinned broadly. If by the count of three hasn't appeared, Darius will sever folk's necks.

Glek.

One of the people gulped down a glob of saliva. encouraged by one of his colleagues as a real hard code to approach Darius.

"Let me help, master."

The person did not dare to move, his hands were floating in the air like a smart, systemized robot that only moved if it received a response that was misinterpreted as sensory. Waiting for Darius to move even with just one finger.

Being rejected is normal, being accepted is good.

Darius didn't say a word, standing still, unsteady. Turn to the left with Ahio in his arms.

A military officer was confused between wanting to help Darius, holding his limbs as support or continuing to watch with anxiety.

Ever since Darius hid the emergency bell signal, the bodies of many military members were drenched in a flood of sweat. even now, sweat as big as corn kernels dripped down the owners of the stern faces.

Confused and not knowing what to do, the person made anticipatory movements to hold something in case Darius fell. Dazed and stupid.

A helicopter landed, billowing air almost compressing around the blades. Until then, Darius stood up even though he couldn't firm, he was injured.

Darius' entire fabric of the sleeve was wet, quite a bit of blood was dripping down. large and small dots all over the rooftop floor.

"Finish the rest."

Darius sat in the passenger seat, extra careful, placing Ahio in his lap.

Helicopters hover in the sky.

"Argh! Almost too late!"

"Stop complaining, get to work quickly."

"The master's face said that we might get away, but after that said welcome to a punishment."

One of the military intelligence officers looked at the broken rooftop door, at first, this thing, was locked tightly. It takes a lot of effort and a lot of time to open it.

'In two seconds the door immediately broke. Mr, we have tried hard.'

In the opposite situation and circumstances...

Darius opened a large box containing complete medical equipment. Nothing is not enough anything.

Under the care of the werewolf, lay helplessly weak and vulnerable Ahio lay. A weak breath indicates that there is still hope for life.

A clear liquid spurted out quite high from a tip of the needle sticking out.

"Please, hold it, Ahio, this coming in."

"W-what...?"

Hoarse and dry was Ahio's kind of voice, sore eyes neglected in such a way, glaring at the syringe.

"Sob, ugh..."

Ahio's throat hurt. All of a Body was crushed and she couldn't move. Muscle contractions were out of control which strangely Ahio could take advantage of by closing a Eyes firmly.

Girls don't have the energy to whine or beg not to get injections.

"This is spinal and epidural anesthesia."

The syringe penetrates the skin, the liquid enters like painful snake venom.

Ahio's body rolled.

Srakhh!!!

Darius tore open Ahio's blouse and saw a hole inside that didn't make sense.

"I'm starting, please bear this, Ahio."

With that, Darius' small operation was started by the patient in the name of Ahio Isme Hanserheart.

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When Ahio woke up, there was an IV and a breathing apparatus firmly embedded as if Ahio's life depended on these medical objects.

Two of eyeball squinted and blinked to look straight.

"Ugh."

"What do you need?"

Ahio didn't want to turn around, after all, she didn't have enough energy to do such a small thing.

"Water."

Darius slowly helped Ahio get up and leaned against the dashboard of the patient's ward. A large soft pillow was used to support her back. Darius was careful not to put too much pressure on Ahio's wound.

Ahio was grateful that Darius took off a breathing apparatus because Ahio didn't need it.

Glup.

Glup.

Glup.

The droplets of water dribble down through the throat acting like barbed needles piercing, at the same time managing to relieve the burning effect.

Ahio sighed.

"How much is this?"

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