SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

AUTHOR’S POV

“Give it to me.” Kendrick said taking two little glass bottles from a nurse close to the emergency room. He was wearing a doctor’s uniform with a strange name tag on it. He smiled at the nurse and dragged the face mask up his nose. He shoved his hand into his pocket and took out a stack of money and handed it to her. The nurse looked sideways to see if anyone was coming and took the money from him with a beaming smile.

“Thank you so much, sir.” She said.

“Be on the lookout, tell me if anyone is coming.” Kendrick said, and she nodded, guiding him into the emergency room. He entered the empty room. Lugard was still sleeping peacefully on the bed, with sunrays that were bleeding into the room from the window blinds reflecting on his body. Kendrick acted fast and moved closer to Lugard on the bed.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Checking the drip fluid, he was being given and turned it off. The sound of the switch snapping woke up Lugard from his slumber. He was about to speak when Kendrick used a white handkerchief that contained a chemical to cover his mouth together with his nose.

Kendrick was pressing all his weight on Lugard, preventing him from getting up from the bed. Lugard started shaking his leg continuously under him, as Kendrick shoved the handkerchief into his mouth, muffling his little screams.

He sat on Lugard’s lower body, pinning him down on the bed, and took out a syringe from his pocket and drew liquid from one of the little bottles into it. He smirked and pressed a little liquid out of the syringe to see if it was working. He grasped Lugard’s right hand. Lugard was shaking as he pressed his arm hard, looking for his vein. He pushed the needle into Lugard’s body and emptied the syringe.

He let go of Lugard, who started shaking on the bed, continuously, before passing out. He heard a soft knock on the door.

“Someone is coming!” The nurse exclaimed, hitting the main door.

“Shit!” Lugard exclaimed, looking for where to put the syringe, but he couldn’t see anywhere. He tossed the syringe and the bottle on the floor. The bottle broke. He ran into the nearest bathroom and opened it a little, looking into the room through the small gap.

Chris and a doctor walked into the room. “He is fine. You should be able to discharge him tomorrow,” the doctor said to Chris, as they both moved closer to the bed.

“Ahh!” The doctor screamed in pain, clutching his feet. The broken bottle had penetrated his skin, although he was wearing a boot. Chris’s eyes widened, and he took a step back, looking at the particle of bottles on the floor. The doctor grunted in pain and sat on the edge of Lugard’s bed, dragging the bottle out of his skin, with blood dripping from his feet. Chris noticed the rough bed, he walked around the bed to the other side that was free from broken particles of bottle and grasped Lugard’s hand, to his greatest surprise.

Lugard held tightly to his hand thinking he was Kendrick, he tried to pull his hand, but Lugard pulled him down to his level and held his head pressing his head to his stomach, with his hand wrapped around his neck. Lugard was trying to choke him to death. Chris’s face reddened. He was struggling to breathe.

“Let go of me, old man; you are hurting me!” He said through clenched teeth. The doctor sat up from the bed to look at them, startled.

“W-what is going on?” the doctor mumbled.

“Help me.” Chris said, his head was his weak point, and Lugard was holding it in his strong arms.

The doctor peered around, contemplating what to do, and leaned forward, tapping Lugard on the shoulder.

“P…Please wake up sir.” He said in a shaky voice. “I-I think he is daydreaming.” The doctor remarked.

“Do something, I don’t wanna hurt him.” Chris said, with his hands on Lugard’s thigh. Lugard started coughing continuously and opened his eyes, letting go of Chris, who was red in the face. Chris stepped back away, catching his breath, and also clutching his neck in fear, fascinated by what had just happened.

Lugard’s eyes were extremely red, and he was still coughing continuously, covering his hand with his mouth. The doctor went to where Chris was and stood in front of him, checking up on Lugard, who had stopped coughing. He opened Lugard’s sore mouth; there was a purple chemical in his mouth.

The doctor took out a mercury thermometer and put it in Lugard’s mouth to check his temperature.

“Why did he attack me?” Chris asked the doctor, still in shock.

“I uh, don’t know, but I think he was fighting in his dream.” The doctor said.

“Damn! This old man is strong; his grip was a killer.” Chris remarked, bracing his pained neck. They started hearing the screams of people in the hospital, like something bad was happening, and it was followed by the sounds of gunshots. The doctor’s heart jumped out of his chest and his legs started wobbling.

“I wonder what is happening. I will go check it out.” Chris said as he took out a rifle from his pocket and slowly moved closer to the door with his heart in hand. He was about to grab the doorknob when the door was kicked open by someone’s feet. He moved back, frightened, as he saw three men carrying huge guns, with their hands on the trigger.

“W… who are you guys?” Chris asked with a confident look on his face, pointing his gun in the face of one of the men.

“What do you want to do with that?” one of the men asked.

“What? Precisely?” Chris asked, a little distracted by them. One of them came forward and used his gun to hit Chris on the head. Chris fell to the ground on his face with a great thud, and his gun fell from his hand, sliding under the bed.