MASON'S POV
After what seemed like decades, the ambulance finally arrived and the boy was wheeled into the van on a stretcher.
"Sir, are you the relative of the little child?" The nurse who came with the ambulance stopped me and asked such an unnecessary question.
"Does that really matter right now? I swear, if that young boy lose his life, I'm going to end your career. All of you." I threatened coldly glancing at each and everyone of the personnel in the van, exuding my oppressive aura.
They all gulped in fear focusing their attention on Jason doing the basic things they could do till we reached the hospital.
When we finally got to the hospital, the boy was wheeled into the operating theatre, which the light indicating an ongoing surgery immediately lit up.
I paced about the hallway wondering how to contact the kid's parents, who would leave their child to roam about such a busy area.
