Chapter 14 The Rescue
The shop was loud.
Voices ran everywhere. Rosa shouted for someone to call, but no one moved fast. Savannah was still on the floor. She did not move, she did not open her eyes.
Outside the shop, cars passed the street, horns loud. Then one car stopped. Not a normal car. A black car, the latest, shiny like glass. The door opened quick. A man stepped out.
He wore a clean suit, tall, sharp face. His watch shined. His shoes looked new, not a spot on them. People turned to look, but he did not care. His eyes went straight to the shop where the voices came.
“What happened here?” he shouted, his voice deep.
Rosa looked up from the floor. “She fainted, sir. She just fell, I don’t know what happened.”
The man’s face turned hard. He stepped forward, almost pushing people out of the way. He knelt down near Savannah, his eyes sharp. He touched her wrist, felt her weak pulse, and then looked at the workers.
“Why are you standing here like fools?” he barked. “Why has no one taken her to the hospital?”
No one spoke. The workers looked down. Marco mumbled, “We were calling…”
“Calling?” the man shouted. “She could die while you are calling. Move!”
Rosa’s hands shook. “We don’t have a car, sir. We—”
“Then thank God I do,” the man cut in. He slipped one arm under Savannah’s back and one under her knees. With one strong move, he lifted her like she weighed nothing.
The workers gasped. Rosa stood back, hands on her head.
The man turned and carried her out of the shop. His driver had already opened the back door. The man placed Savannah carefully inside. Her head rested on the seat. Her face was still pale, her lips dry.
“Drive!” the man ordered, his voice sharp. “Take us to the city hospital. The best one. Now!”
The driver did not waste time. He hit the gas and the car shot forward, smooth but fast.
Rosa ran after them to the door of the shop, her heart still racing. She whispered, “God help her.”
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Inside the car, the man leaned forward, his eyes on Savannah. “Stay alive,” he muttered. “Don’t give up.”
Her chest rose slowly, but her eyes stayed closed.
The driver glanced back once. “Sir, should I call ahead?”
“Yes,” the man snapped. “Call and tell them we are coming. Tell them it’s an emergency. She must be seen at once.”
The driver took out his phone, speaking fast. The car cut through traffic, horns blaring, lights flashing as they passed. People turned their heads as the shiny black car raced by.
The man sat straight, one hand gripping the seat, the other still steady near Savannah’s wrist. He looked at her face. She looked too thin, too tired. Her hands were rough like someone who worked too much. His jaw tightened.
“Who are you?” he whispered. “And why are you in this state?”
But she could not answer. She lay still.
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The city hospital rose tall and bright as they pulled in. It was the most expensive hospital in the whole city, known for saving lives of the rich and powerful. The glass doors slid open as soon as the car stopped.
Nurses rushed out with a stretcher. The man opened the door himself and lifted Savannah out again, placing her gently on the stretcher.
“She fainted suddenly,” he told them fast. “Weak pulse, pale, not breathing well. Move!”
The nurses nodded and rushed her inside.
The man followed close, his steps long and firm. His driver stayed back to park the car.
Inside, the smell of medicine and sharp light filled the air. The nurses pushed the stretcher fast down the hall. The wheels made loud sounds against the floor. People moved aside to let them pass.
The man kept walking beside her, his eyes never leaving Savannah’s face. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her skin looked cold under the bright lights.
A doctor appeared, white coat flying as he walked fast. “What happened?”
“She fainted at work,” the man said quick. “No warning. She almost stopped breathing. Do something.”
The doctor nodded. “Take her to emergency room two. Move now.”
The stretcher rolled again. Doors opened. Bright lights shone. They pushed her inside the room and the doctor raised his hand. “Family stays out.”
The man frowned. “I am not her family. But I brought her here.”
“Then wait,” the doctor said and closed the door.
The man stood in the hall. His hands curled into fists. He hated waiting. He hated being useless. But he could not push in.
Minutes passed like hours. The man paced the floor, his shoes clicking. He glanced at the door again and again. No sound came out. No doctor came.
The driver joined him after parking the car. “Sir, do you know her?”
The man shook his head. “No. I don’t. But something told me to stop. Something told me she should not be left there.”
The driver stayed quiet.
The man looked at the door again. His chest was tight. His heart pounded even though he did not know why. He barely knew this girl. But something about her face, about the way she looked on the floor, made him feel like he could not walk away.
He muttered under his breath. “She better make it.”
The driver glanced at him but said nothing.
Still the door stayed closed. Still the doctor did not come.
The hall grew quiet. The sound of machines hummed from inside the room.
The man clenched his jaw. He had power. He had money. But right now, he had no answer.
And Savannah was still inside.
Unseen. Unspoken.
Between life and death.
The door stayed shut.
The doctor said nothing.