Years later
ENZO'S POV
I just finished my shift in the hospital where I work, it's almost twelve AM, the walk to the bus stop is ten minutes, I stood outside the cold streets, waved my colleagues bye arrange the sling of my bag on my shoulder before starting my journey to the bus stop, I hate when my shift ends at night because the walk to the bus stop is always lonely.
Just a few minutes of walking I heard a painful groan coming from a dark alley, an alley I detest because it's creepy. I looked at the road ahead of me and the dark alley, the voice in my head told me to ignore it, it could be a trap but my legs had other plans. I found myself in the dark alley, tracing the sound of the person who is supposedly hurt.
Lying on the dusty ground was a man, he was holding his leg, he seemed to be in too much pain. I ran to him and it was hard to see his face because the alley was dark so I paid attention to the place he was clutching tightly, his bleeding leg.
"What happened?" I asked him,
"I was shot." He mumbled, pain coating his words.
"I need to call 911," I pulled my hand from his leg and reached for my bag but he stopped my hand with his.
"Please. Don't. Help. Me." Each word was accompanied by a harsh intake of air.
"How can I possibly help you? This could be a crime scene and I don't have the right equipments here to pull the bullets out, I'm just a surgical nurse, I have never performed a surgery before, we have surgeons for that, maybe I should take you to the hospital instead." I was panicking, I used the back of my bloody hand to wipe the sheen of sweat that had formed on my forehead.
"Please, help me, just look for a way to get the bullet out." The pain in his weak voice made me rethink my decision to call the police, blame my soft heart, this is why people always walk over me.
"Fine." I mumbled.
"I need equipments, I'll be right back." I ran out of the alley back to the hospital, I have to make sure I don't get caught. I sneaked into the equipment room and picked a few things I'll need to perform the surgery. I could hear the voices of my colleagues from outside, my heart was pounding.
After taking everything I needed I sneaked out of the hospital again, luck must be on my side because I didn't get caught. I ran back to the man.
"We can't perform the surgery here, I'll need light," I told him. Placing both of his hands on my shoulders, I hoisted him up, carried him to the street where there's light.
I opened my bag and removed the things I had stollen from the hospital a bottle of alcohol, a bandage, cotton and my pocket knife. I forgot to get anesthesia, I'm screwed.
"This knife is going to hurt like a bitch, I don't have any anaesthesia on me, you might die if I perform this unauthorised surgery." I informed him hoping he would tell me to stop.
"Go ahead" he seethed.
"Bite on this then," I gave him the bandage, he took it and placed it in his mouth and bit it.
I poured alcohol on the knife and on a piece of cotton, I dabbed the cotton on the wound before using the knife to start performing the surgery, he didn't flinch or scream, he sure did know how to take in pain.
I tried not to open the wound too deep, luckily the bullet wasn't in too deep, I managed to take it out. How do I close the wound? Fuck, I didn't think about that, I opened my bag again praying for a miracle, it's like God heard my silent prayer because I found a needle and thread in my bag, I used it to stitch him up.
"Give me the bandage,"
He handed it to me, and I wrapped the wound. "This should do but I'll suggest you get it checked out in the hospital." I advised.
"Where do you live? It won't be easy to walk back home." I said while placing everything I had made use of in a plastic bag before keeping them in my bag. I heard nothing so I looked up.
"Hey," I shook him but he didn't budge. I placed a finger on his nose. He was breathing fine, he had passed out. Kill me, I curse my luck. I should have just taken doctor Olivier's proposal to drive me home.
Without a choice, I placed his hands on my shoulders and lifted him up. The guy weighs like a bag of cement, I am not going to make it to the bus stop with him on my back, I better call an Uber.
I pulled out my phone and booked an Uber. I carried him to a different place, a little bit far from where I performed the surgery. My Uber will take a while to get here. I placed him on the ground and sat down, lifted his head and placed it on my thighs.
The orange hue lights from the street lights enabled me to get a clear view of his face, his long hair had covered his face, I pushed them away and his beautiful face greeted me. He looked like something I could only see in my dreams. His nose was straight, his lips thin, his jawlines were refined and his facial hair wasn't too thick nor too thin, it was perfect. His face is perfect.
I couldn't help myself, I traced his face, it felt so good under my hand, so smooth. A car honked pulling me out of my world, my Uber is here. I can't ask for help to put him in the car, the driver will see the blood on both our clothes, it might raise suspicions, I managed to carry him on my back again and took him to the car.
"Hey man, you need help?" The Uber driver asked, I waved him off, "it's cool I can handle this, thank you." I told him.
After making sure he was comfortable I sat down.
"What happened to him?" The driver asked.
What should I say? Think fast, "He is wasted, he was dropped off in front of the place I work, he is my friend." The lie was smooth, I deserve an award for this.
The Uber driver nodded, he drove taking us to our destination, my house. I'm taking a stranger to my house, I've never done this before, why didn't I think this through? What if he is a serial killer? A thief? or a rapist? My palms became sweaty, my heart wouldn't stop pounding, and I couldn't tell the driver to stop. He might get suspicious. If he is a criminal I will get in trouble with the cops and my licence will be revoked, I am not even a surgeon but I just performed surgery on him, I'm so doomed.