Third person's pov
Mia had taken the bullet to her gut. It missed her stitches by inches and James was so grateful for that.
The ride back to the hospital had been painfully long. The closest hospital was approximately 7 minutes from the cursed club and the ride the tensed 7 minutes felt like an eternity to James. The paramedics were focused on tending to Mia. Her heartbeats were slowing down and the blood was too much. One good thing among all this mess was that her body was at least responsive and they hoped that her bleeding would be stopped soon.
"You are the guy who took this woman to the hospital a few days ago right?" Someone asked.
"What?" "How do you know about that?" "Wait you are the new paramedic guy right?" James looked around him for the first time. All this time his focus was just on Mia.
