Chapter Seven: Unknown Enemy

Elliot

WE ARRIVED at Fortis Mondragon Medical Hospital in less than thirty minutes. Jake was still in the business suite, sitting on the couch while reading some international magazine, waiting for us.

"Boss," Isauis called.

I turned to him and was appeased seeing Isauis breathing. Yes, he is fvcking alive and k*cking. His face was wrapped in two layers of gauze to preserve his burnt tissues. Dextrorotatory glucose is administered through a tiny tube to provide him with enough sugar while he is not permitted to eat. Isauis's wearing a hospital gown and is now able to sit.

"Save it. Don't push yourself too hard. We have a lot of time for that," I said. Yes, I wanted him to start talking, but Jake's stare baffled me even more. "So, any update?" I cross my arms over my chest while staring at Jake, waiting.

He stands up from the settee and walks, approaching me while speaking. "When he arrived unconscious, I requested to run a crucial test." He stops in front of me and continues. "Isauis