Zoey's eyes gleamed in question hearing Denzel's statement.
'Zoey?' Her mind explored her thoughts, as it made no sense for a stranger to all of a sudden speak to her casually or even use an indirect speech to communicate with her.
That aside, the voice she heard alone was quite familiar, and her suspicion had grown even more to thinking it was Denzel that was right ahead of her, coaxing her to treat the President that was almost dead.
'Denzel?'
A hell no. She couldn't just bring herself to conclude that Denzel was the masked man right in front of her.
'if they got a hold of him, isn't that going to be a sure death for him?' She kept on reasoning.
Amidst all those thoughts, she heard a sudden yell at her, and that was from Denzel. She instantly revolted, closing her eyes at the sudden yell.
"What's it?" She asked, disgusted at him.
"Can you care for him now?!" This time, he even held her shoulders.
