Chapter 35 Fiancee

Chapter 35 Fiancee

“I guess you know where to get blood, because you’ve lost a lot of it,” Emily said, her voice sharp but trembling. She was trying to keep me awake, her hand gripping mine as if she could anchor me to the moment.

Her words snapped me back. she was right — the bleeding was worse than I wanted to admit. My vision blurred, my body heavy, but I forced myself to nod.

“Don’t worry about the blood, my men are on it,” I said, forcing the words out even though my voice was weak.

I leaned harder against her, every step toward the house feeling like a battle. Inside, Tom and Alex were waiting, but right now, all I could think about was surviving long enough to make it through the door.

I told Emily to take me to the guest room and start working on my leg. “See if the bullet is still inside,” I said, my voice low. I wasn’t even sure if it was in or out. The pain was sharp, but the fear of not knowing was worse.

When we got to the room, Emily went straight into her doctor’s duties. She cleaned the wound carefully, her hands steady even though I could see the worry in her eyes. The pain burned as she worked, but I forced myself to stay still.

Blood arrived as instructed. Emily didn’t waste time — she set up a transfusion, her movements quick and precise. I felt the weakness in my body start to ease, just a little, as the blood flowed back into me.

I watched her, half‑conscious, half‑lost in the haze. She was the only one I trusted now, the only one who could keep me alive.

Emily stayed close, checking my vitals again and again. I told myself it wasn’t a big deal — the wound was in my leg, not my heart — but I understood her concern. She had to make sure her patient was stable, and right now, that patient was me.

Once she was done, I drifted off to sleep. I guess it was the medication pulling me under. My body felt heavy, but for the first time since the gunshot, the pain eased.

Even in the haze, I knew Emily was still there, watching over me. The sound of her moving quietly in the room was the last thing I heard before darkness took me.

I woke up in the morning without pain. For a moment, I thought it was all a dream. The first thing I saw was Emily sitting on the chair near my bed, her head leaning forward, exhausted.

She must have stayed the whole night, watching me, making sure I didn’t slip away. Her hair was messy, her eyes heavy, but even in her tiredness she looked strong.

“Did you stay in that chair all night?” I asked, my voice rough from sleep.

Emily lifted her head slowly, her eyes heavy but still sharp. She gave a tired smile. “Yes. I wasn’t going to leave you like that.”

“How do you feel?” she asked, her voice soft but heavy with worry.

“I feel… lighter,” I said slowly. “No pain now. Just tired.”

“You feel tired because of the medication,” Emily said firmly. “That’s why today you must rest. Spend the day in bed.”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” I said, my voice low but firm. “I have issues to resolve.”

Emily leaned closer, her voice sharp. “You’ll collapse if you push yourself too soon. Resolve nothing if you’re dead.”

“It’s a doctor’s order,” she said, pulling out her phone. Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

“I was supposed to be on call today,” she added, her fingers moving quickly across the screen. “I have to call my boss and let him know I’m taking a few days.”

I watched her, exhausted but steady, and felt a mix of guilt and gratitude. She was sacrificing her own duties for me, stepping away from her world to stay in mine.

While Emily was on the call, a voice came from outside. The moment I heard it, I knew who it was — Ruby.

She was supposed to move in today, to officiate the engagement — that’s what her father said before he shot me. The thought burned in my chest.

Before I knew it, Ruby stormed inside. Her eyes locked on me, wide with shock.

“What happened? Did my father do this?” she demanded, her voice cutting through the room.

Emily froze mid‑call, staring at Ruby, confusion written all over her face. She didn’t understand why she was here, or why her father’s name was suddenly tied to the bullet in my leg.

Ruby’s eyes landed on Emily. She froze for a moment, then stood straighter, her tone sharp. “Oh… the girl from Alex’s birthday party,” she said, her voice cutting through the room. “What are you doing here?”

Emily blinked, caught off guard, still holding her phone. Confusion spread across her face as she looked from Ruby to me, searching for answers.

The air grew heavy. Ruby’s suspicion was clear, and Emily’s exhaustion only made her look more vulnerable. I could feel the clash building between them, and I knew I had to step in before it spiraled.

“She is my doctor,” I stepped in quickly, my voice firm, cutting through the tension before Emily could answer.

“Oh, thank you for taking care of my fiancé, doctor. How is he?” she said, her tone dripping with possession.Ruby’s words cut through me like a blade.

“Fiancée…” Emily repeated, her eyes locked on me now, unblinking.