The Mafia s Nurse

On a deserted highway, a car was traveling at high speed.

"Maybe he won't make it," Andy screamed from the backseat as he helped Michel lean against him, seeing Michel press the bloody cloth to his wound, Andy let out another deep groan.

"Don't say bad luck, Andy. We drove as fast as we could." Carlos growled in response, urging Charlie to hit the accelerator.

"Why is he bleeding so much? Carlos, he's also bleeding in his leg. What should we do?" Andy groaned, his voice sounding panicky.

"They must have been aiming for his chest, they missed," Charles spoke soberly, speeding through the roads, trying to find a faster route.

"What do we do? We haven't recruited another doctor since the boss died and we can't go to the hospital either."

"We'll have to do it ourselves, Andy. Now be quiet, don't say anything."

But, Andy still didn't stay silent.

"He's bleeding some more, Carlos." He looked at Michel, who was now collapsing, his face beginning to turn pale from the loss of so much blood.

Usually, Michel is the strongest of them all. But he's also the one who gets injured frequently, all the while, and he never complains. He will get on with his day and what he needs to do.

So Andy knew that when Michel couldn't keep a calm face anymore, it turned serious.

"Oh, my god. Michel. Michel, can you hear me?" Andy shook his mafia brother, urging him to say something, anything to Andy.

But Michel had stopped reacting, the bloody hand that was pressuring his wound slowly sagged and fell beside him.

"Oh damn it. Carlos. Looks like he's dying. Damn, he'll..."

Carlos saw what had just happened, and gulped, fear suddenly attacked his intestines.

He himself is turning white, more shocked than anything else, but he can't give in and panic right now.

He was supposed to be their second in command when Michel passed out. He needs to calm down.

"No. I won't let that happen."

"So we have to do?"

Carlos felt lost as he returned to his seat, frantically looking around the passing streets, desperately trying to find any signs or clues as to what to do.

Michel will die at their hands. How did they even get here? Everything was planned when they left for their mission. This was not allowed to happen.

What should he do now? Call Vengo?

"What do you suggest?" Charles calmly asked the same question that was going on in his head. He is the calmest head of their group, nothing can bring him down.

Even now, Carlos couldn't see the slight panic he and Andy felt, but somehow he could sense it.

Licking his dry lips, Carlos closed his eyes and tried to take a deep breath.

"Drive to the hospital."

"What?" Andy shouted as soon as the words left Carlos' lips.

"Are you crazy? This will make you kill him with your own hands. If you take him to the hospital, our identity will be exposed and the federations will be all around us in an instant. "

"Andy, I say one last time - SILENT," Carlos shouted. Seeing his angry eyes, Charles was speechless, quietly driving them to the hospital's emergency room gate.

Carlos was about to get out of the car and instruct Charles and Andy to help him get Michel out when something caught his eye.