Alisha was quite surprised to see the strength of the man in front of her. He himself was limping as he walked but he still managed to somehow drag the man all the way to where the scooty was.
"What happened to him?" She couldn't help asking as she sat in the front and adjusted her helmet back.
"We don't have time to talk, I will tell it once we reach the hospital." The man answered in a deadpanned tone. With some difficulty, he managed to place the man he called his boss behind Alisha and then he sat at the last.
The vehicle that is meant for only two people to sit, that was being ridden by Alisha with three people on it, two of them being full-grown, burly men. She was riding slowly, with the fear of losing balance as the weight on the vehicle was too much for her petite figure.
"Cant you ride faster?' asked the man again.
"Unless I want to die, I won't," Alisha murmured under breath. "No, the scooty might skid if I do so." This was for the man to hear.
After riding for more than forty minutes, they reached a private hospital which was one of the best hospitals in the city. The man got off to support his boss on the scooty while Alisha ran inside to call for a gurney.
A few nurses immediately came out, pushing a gurney and after the man was laid on it, they immediately took him inside the emergency room.
Once he was taken inside, Alisha turned to the man. "Why don't you also get your wound checked?"
The man ignored her advice and instead extended his hand to her.
"What?" Alisha asked with confusion.
"Lend me your phone," He said. "Mine has been misplaced."
Alisha pulled out her phone from the pocket of her jeans and gave it to him. The man murmured a "thank you" before stepping aside with the phone.
With his expression not changing for even once, he made a few phone calls, the conversation of which she couldn't hear.
The man came back with the phone and gave it back to her. He bowed to her after she took the phone back. "I am sorry for troubling you and very grateful for all your help Miss....?" He paused when realized he didn't know her name.
"Oh, never mind with my name," Alisha said waving her hand. All she wanted right now was to get away from here as this man had scared the wits out of her by pointing his gun at her previously.
"...alright, thank you so much for your help. My boss will be very grateful for your help."
"So... um... can I... leave?" she asked meekly, not sure if he will let her go.
"Not right now." The burly man said in a stern voice.
"Why?" She felt like she would start crying any minute.
Seeing her composure breaking, he realized she might have misunderstood his intentions, therefore he immediately clarified. "Your clothes have been spoiled with the bloodstains. I have contacted some of our people, they will be here with another set of clothes soon. I guess you would not want to go back home in these clothes."
"No... no... it's alright. Really it is." She laughed without realizing how nervous she sounded.
"It might be for you, but my boss won't like it if I let you go back like this. This is the least I can do for your help. Please wait for a while." The man requested very sincerely.
Not even twenty minutes had passed since their conversation and two men appeared with a lot of shopping packets in their hand. They immediately went to the burly man to report who in return turned to Alisha, "Miss, they didn't know your size so they have brought whatever they could find in all the sizes. You can choose whatever suits you."
If she hadn't realized before she understood it now that whoever the boss man was, must be a very rich man for his subordinates to spend so lavishly on her. She nodded her head and walked to the restroom, with the two men following behind her with the packets.
She opened the packets one by one and her mouth gaped open when she realized how expensive the clothes were. They were all from the most expensive stores the city had. The stores that she always dreamed of buying from someday but never could as she didn't come from a very rich family.