Megan cried. Debbie watched. It fascinated her how she could cry without any tears.

Damon said anxiously, "We're on our way to the hospital. Your uncle

Carlos needs treatment. You'll have to wait.”

“Treatment? Did his old wound reopen or was he injured again?’ Debbie thought in shock. She wanted to ask Damon, but he had hung up already.

Megan was forgotten. Debbie wasted no time. She took out her own phone and called Carlos' number. Again, Damon answered it. Pretending to sound relaxed, he said, “Debbie, we're in the middle of something.

What's the matter?"

“Where is Carlos?" she demanded.

Damon was silent. When he spoke again, the feigned relaxed tone was gone.

“He's in an ambulance. We're on our way to the hospital." Since

Debbie would know about it sooner or later, there was no point Lying to her.

Her throat ran dry. Her eyes stared ahead, but she saw nothing.

“How bad is it?" she asked in a low voice. After a pause, Damon answered, "Severe."

After hanging up, Debbie waited impatiently at the entrance to the emergency department. Within half an hour, several ambulances pulled up, their sirens wailing loudly. More cars and military vehicles followed.

She didn't know which ambulance Carlos was in. All she could do was stand there and watch the doctors and nurses open the doors of the ambulances and shift the patients from the stretcher to the hospital cot.

She noticed that one of the ambulances had more doctors and nurses than the others. When the door opened, some military officers walked out of it in a hurry.

And a man covered in blood was carried out carefully.

“Come and give a hand. Take care not to touch Carlos," a doctor said hastily to a nurse.

*Carlos?'

Debbie ran towards the stretcher. It was Carlos!

His face was as white as a sheet, and his clothes were blood-drenched.

"Blood... So much blood...My God!' Tears streamed down her cheeks.

One of the doctors wanted to push her out of the way, but all he said was, “Mrs. Hilton, we're trying to save Carlos. Every second is valuable. Please move out of the way."

“What... what happened to him?" It took Debbie a while to find her voice.

The doctor replied as he quickly wheeled the cot into the hospital, “A bandit stabbed him thrice and he was also shot twice. His old wound has also reopened. Mrs. Hilton, we will do our best to save Carlos’ life.

Right now, every second is crucial. Please excuse us."