The Don's Doc

Ch. 48 Jade love

"By the way why do you look so sad always?"

"It's.... It's complicated, I think."

"Life is always complicated. You have to take a grip about yourself. Do what your heart says, because it's the best." He looked dazed.

"You always talk so wisely. I wish we could spend... Oh! One minute, I am getting a call." I pull out my phone from the purse and looked at the caller. Mike is calling me.

"Hello, Mike!"

"Jass! Where are you?"

"I am outside, in the park. You are saying something?"

"Yes. I want you to go back to hotel. Right now."

"Why? Something happened?" I looked around.

"Hmm. It's Aman, he is hurt. Please go back and treat him. It's serious."

"What!" I stands up. "What happened? Is he hurt? How does he hurt? Where is he hurt? And what is he doing at home instead of admitting into hospital?" I panicked up.

"Hold on, hold on. You know how is he. He shows that he is all tough outside but inside he is just like a baby fawn. So go back to him and treat him."

"But... But.. It will take time to return back. What if he losses much blood? Wait! Where does he hurt? Is he bleeding? Is it a gunshot again?" My heart pounding up inside my ribcage.

"Maybe if you won't hurry. He will be die if you can't reach in time."

"Yeah Allah! I am going, I am going. He will be fine till then, right?"

"Hmm. I think." Mike hang up. I grips the phone tightly in my shaken hand. I hurriedly put my phone back in the purse and pick up Kitty.

"I... I have to go." I lick my dried lips and take off from there without waiting for any reply.

I run at the hotel, my mind is on Aman. Just what happened to him? How much he hurt? Can I reach there in time? I don't have any idea how I went back at the hotel, climbed the lift and entered into his room. I don't remember how I went there, how I slammed his door loudly, how I find him in the bathroom. I finally stopped when I see him, standing in front of me, looking at me as I tried to control my breathless heart.

"Fiore!" He acknowledged me.

"Aman." I roamed my eyes all over his body, to see any visible injury. He is dressed in all black. His hair is wet, as well as the front of the shirt. I can't understand why, is it water? Or blood? I took shaky steps towards him.

"What's wrong?"

Really! He is wounded and he is asking me what's wrong!

"Shut up!" I angrily told him. I even can't see where is he hurt. I reached to him and gripped his shirt tightly into my palm and tugs. The shirt tore up, showing me his chiseled upper body. I looking at his chest, tring to find some kind of injury, but there is none. I looked up at his eyes, he is looking straight at me. I blinked back and put my palms on his body, back, but there is none. I tried frantically. As my hands reached at the waistband of his pants, he gripped my hands, stopping my search.

"What the fuck you are doing?" He clinched his jaw. I gulped down.

"Where is it? Where?"

"What?" Confusion is clearly visible in his eyes.

"The... The injury. Mike told me that you are hurt. But I can't see, did I miss it?"

"What? What did Mike told?" I opened my mouth to repeat, but he stopped me. "No. I am not hurt anywhere. He lied to you."