The ambulance stopped right in front of the hospital. Renn was rushed into the theatre immediately. Dave stood frozen, still trying to process what just happened. His aunt—Renn's own mother—had shot her son with moon-etched bullets. She didn't even hesitate.
He couldn't understand it. Why would a mother do something so cruel to her own child?
"Get me Taros," Renn groaned, his voice breaking as he gritted his teeth in pain. He was fighting to stay conscious, his body shaking on the bed. "I want my brothers, please. Get me my brothers."
"We have to take the bullets out first. Taros would do the same thing if he was here," Dr. Dave said firmly, trying to keep control as he directed the nurses to start treatment.
"I don't care! Just fucking get me my brothers!" Renn shouted, kicking a metal tray beside the bed. The crash echoed through the room.
