Chapter 9 - NINE: Don’t Make Me Regret Saving You

"Let’s go back to the hospital," I said to Evans as I hurried out of the basement. I got into the backseat while Evans took the front seat. I looked out the window and allowed the cold breeze to touch my face. She must live! I will go to hell and drag her back if necessary. After years of searching for a cure, I finally found a breakthrough, and I won’t let it slip away. "Boss, we have arrived. Evans's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I hurried into the hospital and saw Gary in front of the Emergency room, sitting with his head resting on his palms. "What happened?" I asked him as soon as I got close enough. "Denzel told me earlier that she would be fine after the initial trea, but now, I don’t really understand what is happening. She just flabbergasted," Gary explained with a sigh. "Bang!" I punched the wall as I needed to vent my frustration, and blood slowly trickled down my knuckles, but I felt no pain as I just stared at the bright red liquid that was flowing out. The emergency room’s door opens, and Denzel walks out with an extremely tired expression. "How is she?" I asked while scrutinizing his expression. "My team and I are doing our best, but...." "Well, maybe your best isn’t good enough!" I interrupted him angrily. "Calm down, Ken, we all know how good Denzel and his team are." Gary quickly stood between us to stop me from lashing out at him. "There is nothing I can do to save a person who doesn’t want to be saved!" Denzel yelled in a frustrated voice. "What do you mean by she doesn’t want to be saved?" I asked him with a frown. "She has no willpower and isn’t fighting. It’s like she doesn’t have anything worth living for", he explained with a sigh. I didn’t know what to say or do for a few minutes. I just stood in front of the emergency room and stared at the girl on the bed who was being saved. "No will to live", I repeated Denzel’s words in my head. She was betrayed by the person she loved and cared about the most, so it is understandable. But I need her, and I will have to give her something to live for. " I want to go in?" I asked Denzel while still looking inside the emergency room. "You will have to get cleaned up first. I will send someone to help you," he said, because he knew there was nothing he was going to say that would stop me from entering. He walked into the emergency room again, and I saw him talking to a nurse before gesturing towards the door.. "Sir, this way please," a nurse came out to lead me to where I would change and disinfect myself. The entire process only took a few minutes. I wrinkled my nose as the smell of the disinfectant wafted into my nose as I walked back to the emergency room. I hate hospitals, but I have spent more time in them than I can count. I stood in the doorway, staring at the fragile figure lying in the hospital bed. Her fair skin was covered in numerous bruises, and she looked extremely pale. "Her vitals are too low," Denzel said, but I just walked to the bed while staring at her pale face. I felt a stuffy feeling in my chest that I didn’t understand. I stretched out my hand to touch her chestnut wavy hair, but pulled back at the last moment. I wasn’t one to show emotion, but there was this feeling that I needed to say something at this moment, or she would die. "You’re making this really inconvenient," I muttered, trying to sound annoyed. Nothing happened; it was like she couldn’t hear me. "Just keep talking to her, it might help," Denzel encouraged from the side. ‎"Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position right now? Sleeping in a five-star hospital room, with the best doctors money can buy? Don’t make me regret saving your life, Christy." I said with a serious tone. ‎Still nothing. ‎I sighed and dragged a hand down my face. I have never lost control before, but at this moment, I could feel my control slipping. "That’s good, keep talking," Denzel encouraged again while observing the instruments. ‎"Look," I said with a cold voice. She needed to be told the harsh truth, and that’s what I am going to do. "You don’t have to trust me, and you probably shouldn’t. But if you think dying like this is going to solve anything... it won’t. The people who hurt you? They don’t care. They will continue living their lives and find more victims like you." I said coldly while staring at the bruises on her body. "They betrayed you, used you, and dumped you when you didn’t seem valuable anymore. I get it," "I know what that kind of betrayal feels l,ike and it eats you alive from the inside out," I said with a sigh. Then I slowly moved my lips closer to her ear because I wanted to make sure she heard everything I was saying. ‎"But I also know that lying in this cold emergency room with machines strapped to your body isn’t justice. It is surrender, and you’re not the type who gives up easily. I saw it in your eyes earlier, I saw the yearning to be free in the.m" I paused for a few seconds before continuing again. "I didn’t sign that contract because I was desperately in need of a girl; I signed it because I saw that you were different from other girls," I said while observing her face for any reaction. "Her vitals are going up!" Denzel yelled excitedly, and I finally released the breath I never knew I was holding. "I promise to help you get justice and to protect you. I will make sure you live well after the contract expires," I whispered into her ear, and her finger moved. I quickly turned to Denzel, who nodded at me with a smile. "The nurses will have her cleaned up and taken back to the room," He said with a smile and gave me a pat on the shoulder. I walked out of the emergency room, and I felt completely drained. "He, re" Gary handed me a bottle of water, and I slowly gulped it down. "Call Mason, I need his help with something," I said to him, and he immediately left to make the call. The emergency room’s door slowly opened, and she was wheeled out. I followed behind as they took her to my personal room. The room was well furnished and had its own kitchen. I had it built specifically for me during the construction of the hospital. They placed her on the bed and administered some drugs before leaving. I sat at the edge of the bed and picked up my laptop to do some unfinished work. Knock! "It’s opened," I said. The door opened, and Gary walked in with Mason. "This is the first time I am entering this room, and you aren’t the one being brought back from the brink of death," Mason said with his signature smile, but his smile disappeared when he looked at my face. " Have they made a move again?" He asked me with a frown. "It’s not them, I just need you to help me investigate and dig up some dirt on a couple I said, and tossed a file at him. He caught it and slowly read through it. "You could have just informed the police; they would have investigated. I am too busy for this," he said after reading and tossing it back to me. "I need someone that I trust on it, that’s why I called you," I said with a smile. "You know I am very busy this period and I hardly...." He suddenly stopped talking and stared at the bed with a shocked expression. "What’s wrong?" Gary asked him, but he just shook his he, but his eyes were still fixed on Christy’s face. "On second thought, I will take care of it," he suddenly said and collected the document he tossed back earlier. He looks at the bed one more time before leaving. "That was weird. What got into him?" Gary asked with a frown while staring at the closed door. I was about to reply when I felt movements behind me. "Wa..ter," her hoarse voice came from behind. Gary quickly poured a glass of water while I raised her head to enable her to ink properly. "It’s good to see you awake," I said to her after carefully adjusting her position. She just stared at the white ceiling and didn’t say a word. "Thank you," you suddenly said, but her eyes were still fixed on the ceiling. "It was nothing," I said with a sigh of relief. "Umm, I will head backnoww" Gary said before quickly walking out of the room like he was being chased. Did you mean everything you said?" She asked emotionlessly. "I never go back on my word," I replied with a firm tone. She finally turned to look at me. "Why are you helping me?" She asked with a frown. "You became one of my people from the moment you signed that contract. I always protect my people," I said with a firm tone. She was mine to protect for the next 90 Days.