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•Seraphina Pov:
The moment he collapsed into your arms, everything else turned into a blur—his weight, his blood, the chaos around you—it all drowned in the pounding of your own heartbeat.
"Hey—stay with me! Don't close your eyes!"
You dragged him toward your car, adrenaline pushing your muscles past their limit. His blood soaked through your sleeves, hot and terrifyingly sticky. You didn't know his name. But you knew he was dying.
The car door slammed shut. You speed toward the nearest hospital like your life depended on it—except it wasn't yours at risk.
It was his.
You reached the ER in minutes.
"HELP! I need a doctor—he's losing blood!"
The doors burst open as nurses rushed out with a stretcher. They surrounded the car, eyes widening at the sight of him.
"What happened?!" one nurse demanded as she opened the door.
"I—I found him on the street. He collapsed. He's been stabbed or—something worse!"
"Do you know him?"another asked, eyes narrowing as she studied his face.
"No," you breathed, shaking your head.
"I don't even know his name."
More nurses joined in, their voices sharp and hurried. "BP dropping! Get the trauma team—STAT!"
"Call Dr. Zayn—tell him it's critical!"
Two of them reached in and carefully slid him onto the stretcher, his blood leaving crimson trails on the seat and your hands.
You stood frozen for a second, heart hammering against your ribs. Then someone grabbed your arm.
"You need to tell us everything you know," a nurse said firmly. "Even the smallest detail could help save his life."
"I told you—I don't know him!" you said, a little louder this time. "He just... he just looked at me like I was the last person who could help him."
That silenced them for a moment.
As you start to talk with nurse....."pl..plea....
"Move," he ordered, assessing the situation with a glance.
"I'll need OR ready in five."
Before she could finish, a voice behind cut in, authoritative and curious.
"Are you a doctor?"
It was the ER chief, already pulling on gloves, eyes fixed on her bloodied scrubs.
He was sharp suit under a white coat, face like stone, eyes laser-focused....
She didn't falter. Her jaw clenched, steady and composed.
I nodded,
"Yes. Third-year medical student, of Saint Mercy Hospital, Emergency Wing.
Seraphina Vale."
He turned to you.
Hello, I am dr, zayn, head chief of ER department...start with.....
If he dies, we'll need to file a report. You brought him in. So until then—don't leave."
You nodded wordlessly, staring at your blood-covered hands.
You didn't know his name. He brings him here....I hope you will guide us about his condition more detail as you are yourself medical Student.
I nodded.
[After 3 hours]
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[At Medical Ward 2]
The sterile scent of antiseptic hit your nostrils the moment you stepped into the hospital room. The beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound echoing in the quiet chamber. He lay there—pale, bruised, and battered—bandages wrapped tightly around his torso, the site where the blade had punctured through flesh and nearly took his life.
You swallowed hard, your throat dry from anxiety. You didn't know this man's name. You didn't know his story. But somehow... he had collapsed into your life, bleeding and broken—and now, here you were.
Suddenly, his fingers twitched.
Your breath hitched.....
His eyelids fluttered open slowly, and those same intense, storm-blue eyes locked onto yours.
"You..." he croaked, voice barely above a whisper. Rough. Raspy. Like gravel scraping against his throat.
You stepped forward cautiously.
Please, slow down....you are still in the weak condition.
"You're awake… Doctor said you were lucky. You should be resting—"
He cut you off, blinking slowly as if trying to focus. "Where... am I?"
"The hospital. You lost too much blood. You would've died if I didn't take you in."
His gaze didn't soften. It stayed guarded, calculating.
"I told you… no hospitals."
You exhaled sharply. "Yeah, well, next time don't bleed out on me. What was I supposed to do? Let you die on the pavement like a stray dog?"
That got his attention. His jaw tensed. "I don't owe you anything."
You scoffed, shaking your head. "No. You don't. But you're alive because I gave a damn & that's my job to save people...I have taken oath to save people.....
He tried to sit up, groaning as pain lanced through his side. You rushed forward.
"Hey, don't be stupid! You're still healing—"
"Why did you help me?" he asked suddenly.
His tone wasn't grateful. It was suspicious.
You hesitated. That question struck deeper than it should have.
Why did you??
"He was a stranger. A violent one. You remembered the blood on his hands. The gun tucked into his belt. The fear in his eyes—no, not fear. Desperation."
"I don't know," you whispered honestly. "You were dying. That was all I saw."
He stared at you, eyes narrowing like he was trying to figure you out. Then, after a long pause, he muttered, "That was reckless. You don't know who I am. What I've done."
"Your don't know who you are tangled with Young lady"!! With a smirk...
"I don't need to," you said. "I just know you're human. You bleed like the rest of us."
That's my job to save you.... that's it.....
Silence stretched between you both.
Then suddenly, he looked away, voice low. "You shouldn't get involved with someone like me."
You crossed your arms. "Too late for that now, don't you think?"
He gave a ghost of a smirk. Just a flicker. Then it vanished as fast as it came.
Your phone buzzed. A message from a friend asking if you were safe. You ignored it.
Then, again suddenly your phone rings,—you picked the call...as it's from your home...& Then went out of the room....
He was looked really confused looking at you about your sudden behaviour...
Suddenly, you entered the room rushly, grab your bag from the table—& said.
"I'm… I'm really sorry." Her voice cracked like thin glass. "I have to go. It's urgent—I mean, really urgent."
She took a step back, eyes still flickering between his face and the door behind her.
He lifted his arm slightly as if to stop her, but the IV tugged him back. "Wait—"
"I'm sorry," she whispered again, almost like a prayer. "I—… I have to."
And just like that, she turned around.
No name exchanged. No explanation. No reason left behind.
The automatic door slid shut behind her with a soft hiss, leaving only silence.
Alexandra lay there, staring at the empty space she'd just occupied.