Doctor Maxwell bent over to apply some healing ointment on Luciano's shoulders.
The sting from the ointment shot a spike of pain straight to his brain.
"I am going to kill that bastard when I see him!" He thundered but as a promise.
Valentina drew closer to Elio, and threw her face behind.
He held her softly, comforting her.
"I hope you don't kill anyone please," doctor Maxwell said as he began wrapping up the area.
"Oh you just wait and see. When you hear the president of this great nation is dead, you best believe I fucking did it."
"Why though? Do you mean because he should have secured the country better so the bad guys that shot you wouldn't have shot you?"
Luciano scoffed at how naive he was. "Where the fuck do you think you–shit!" he hissed through his teeth as the pain hit again.
"You might want to relax sir."
