Seven

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, in some criminal facility, the innocent nurse Isabella was being held captive. There was a man who was slowly dying in a bed because of the damage from a bullet wound. He had tubes down his throat and machines connected to his lifeline.

“I cannot save him, am not qualified for this. He needs a doctor, not a nurse,” she protested against the man in the room.

“Just keep him alive long enough for the doctor to get here”

“I don't think I can do that either. He's lost a lot of blood. It'll be a miracle if he makes it through the night.”

“I've got it handled. I've already sent someone to bring the doctor,” he said. He sat down in a chair across the bed with a file in his hands.

“You mean to kidnap her,“ she corrected. “Listen, sir, Selena is my friend and I wouldn't want anything to happen to her.”

“No one is going to hurt her,” he told her over the rim of the file, then drew his eyes back to the contents of the file. “ Doctor Selena Antoinette Grey. Surgi