Marcus rushed Lucas into the ambulance, his hands trembling as he pressed against the wound to slow the bleeding. By the time they reached the hospital, nurses were already waiting with a stretcher. Lucas was wheeled into the emergency ward, an oxygen mask strapped to his pale face.
Marcus followed closely, his voice breaking as he shouted at the doctors, "Do whatever it takes! Please… please save my friend! He's like my brother, don't let him die!" His knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the cold floor, tears spilling uncontrollably.
Inside the operating room, Lucas lay motionless. The sight of him being hooked up to tubes and machines tore Marcus apart. A doctor came out briefly, his face stern.
"Are you the patient's family?" he asked.
Marcus wiped his eyes and choked out, "No… I'm his best friend. He's like my own brother."
The doctor's expression softened slightly. "Listen carefully, Mister Your friend has lost a lot of blood. The cut is deep. Even after surgery, he'll need strict rest. But for now, we need blood urgently. Please arrange a donor as fast as possible."
Marcus didn't waste a second. He ran to the hospital counter, pleading for help. By some stroke of fortune, the staff quickly found a volunteer. A middle-aged woman stepped forward, agreeing to donate blood.
Marcus caught only a fleeting glimpse of her — graceful posture, elegant clothes, the air of someone sophisticated. But she kept her face turned away, never letting him see her properly.
Later, when Marcus tried to thank her, the hospital staff told him she had left already. The only thing she revealed about herself was a name. Ms. Len.
Marcus stood frozen. Ms. Len… who is she? Why would a stranger go this far for Lucas… and then disappear without a word?
His mind spun with suspicion, curiosity, and frustration. She had saved Lucas, yet left without even giving him the chance to say thank you.
Back inside, the surgery continued. Doctors stitched the deep wound across Lucas's back, carefully working to stop the bleeding. Hours later, Lucas was finally shifted from the operating table to a general ward.
Marcus sat beside the bed, watching his unconscious friend breathe weakly under the oxygen mask. He clenched his fists, whispering, "You better wake up, Lucas… I won't forgive you if you don't."
But even as he prayed for Lucas's recovery, his mind kept drifting back to that mysterious, well-dressed woman.
A woman named Ms. Len.
To be Continued.....