Amy was getting weaker and weaker as she walked towards the end of the street. She knew that if she continued like this, she might not make it to James. Amy saw a car that had been recently parked. She slowly approached and hit her fist on the glass window, but it didn't budge.
Amy searched for something to break the glass, so she searched for a stone on the ground, and saw one few feet away from her. Amy picked up the stone and threw it with the remainder of the strength she had.
Thankfully, the window cracked. Amy was slightly relieved and used her hand to widen the hole that was created. She opened the door from the inside and got in.
Amy racked her brain to remember a YouTube tutorial on how to hotwire a car. She broke the casing below the steering wheel, cut out two wires and connected them. Unfortunately, nothing happened. She cut another wire and connected them, still nothing.
Slightly frustrated, she took out one wire deep inside the clusters, cut them and connected them, still, the engine did not start. Amy became angry and shoved the wires back inside, but as she did it, she saw a spark on one of those wires, so she became hopeful.
She took those wires and connected them, and then, the engine groaned and roared to life. She was relieved and drove the car to the nearest pharmacy.
Amy blacked out more than three times while she was driving, and each time, she almost hit a ditch. Amy knew her time was running out. She had lost almost half of her blood, so she had to go treat her wounds.
Luckily there was a pharmacy down the street she was on. She pressed the gas harder and sped up to the pharmacy. When she arrived, she opened the door and dropped down from the seat, alerting the personnel inside the pharmacy to come out and help her to her feet.
"Excuse me ma'am, but you're bleeding so much, I would take you to a hospital right away" the woman in charge of the pharmacy spoke. "No! Treat the wound here, no going to the hospital!" Amy protested. "But ma'am, you've lost a lot of blood, even if I treat your injuries, it would not change your blood volume."
"You have blood booster, here right? Let me take one of those, and I will be fine. Please I don't have much time" Amy said as she attempted to enter the building. The personnel then helped Amy to a secluded place inside the pharmacy.
The pharmacist then began working on Amy's wound. They made sure to apply iodine to it to reduce the infection, then began cleaning and sewing the wounds.
"Ouch—ahh!" Amy squealed in pain as they were sewing her wounds. "I'm sorry ma'am, should I put you on anaesthesia?" the pharmacist asked worriedly. "No, I'm fine, please go on" Amy gritted her teeth.
The pharmacist spent almost three hours treating Amy. Amy got up from the bed and sat straight. She examined all her body, and she was slightly happy. However, she was still feeling weak. One of the pharmacists came in, and seeing her awake, smiled.
"We've fixed all your injuries, injected a blood booster drug to your blood and removed two bullets from your wounds. They're right over there. Although it went deep inside your flesh, it didn't do much damage, except minor fractures of the bone which would heal quickly" she summarized.
Amy stared at the jar that contained the bottles and sighed "Why didn't you call the cops when you saw that bullet on my body?" Amy asked squinting her eyes.
"This is a crime-stricken area, so of course, there are gangsters who would from time to time come to this place and ask for their injuries to be treated after engaging in a fight with opposing gangsters. It's nothing new to me." The pharmacist shrugged, smiling again.
Amy stared at her suspiciously. "So, what you are trying to say is that for me to walk away, I'll need to—" "Grease my fingers," the pharmacist said. This woman is so direct, Amy thought. "Alright, no problem. You accept cards, right?"
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Amy left the pharmacy feeling a bit better. She entered the car she came with and drove to the destination James was at. She could not believe that she survived this ordeal, she thought. Charles tried and fail to kill her, and now, she would come for him, that she swore in her mind.
Amy remembered something, the tracker in her body. "F*ck, why did I not remember this back at the pharmacy?" Amy was slightly angry at herself. Amy did not know how these people placed this tracker inside her body, but one thing she knew though, would be that they tampered with her body during her surgery years ago.
Three years ago, she was diagnosed with appendicitis, so she went to the doctor who performed the minor surgery had her appendix removed, but before she did that, she called in sick from her former workplace to go for the surgery.
Amy had a specific doctor she usually meets every three months for a checkup, but right now she remembered, the doctor that performed the surgery was not her doctor. When Amy asked where he was, the doctor claimed he travelled out of the country, at least that's what she believed.
Amy slapped the wheel when she fit those puzzle pieces together. The tracker was probably below her waist, somewhere above her buttocks!