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CHAPTER 1
Angel
SCREECH! CRASH!
Great, of course a crash would happen today where I had to stay way past my unscheduled double shift. Some hulking SUV decided to T-bone a sedan in the dead of night where—unfortunately—I was the only other living being around who could help. The apartments around remained dark and oblivious, its occupants were either ignoring the commotion outside, dead asleep, or possibly weren’t currently occupying the space. The very few people who were in the streets scattered like cockroaches when the impact happened.
Fucking hell, you have got to be kidding me! Maybe if I—no, I can’t.
I was somewhat tempted to keep on driving, but my conscience would eat away at me if I turned a blind eye. Not like one more round of CPR would kill me if any of the victims needed it. Besides, I already got all kinds of bodily fluids on my scrubs, and the caffeine running through my blood the past sixteen hours hasn’t died out completely yet. “I swear to god...” I muttered to myself as I rushed over to the crash after throwing my car in park and turning it off.
Since the SUV was closer, I went over to it first, throwing the door open and scowling when my eyes landed on the driver. Oh, hell no. My oath of helping others no matter what was shoved out the window, the moment I opened the car door of the SUV and saw who fell out. I instantly recognized the man; one of my stepmother’s very shady associates who liked to partake in unsavory business with minors. Scum like him made some hardened criminals seem like saints in comparison.
I quickly checked the man’s pulse and went over to the sedan after seeing he had a pulse and was only unconscious. The sedan’s driver side door was smashed in from the impact, so I could only reach through the shattered window to assess the driver. The driver remained eerily still between the airbag and his seat, not even the subtlest of chest rises. A quick check to his—nonexistent—pulse confirmed he was dead. So, I moved down to the back seat, and threw the door open—after it budged with my initial pull—and saw the second man slumped over and groaning. At least he was alive, for now.
Moving an injured person from a wreck was never a good idea, but fuck it, he needed professional help and that was me currently. After a quick once over and deeming he was safe to move, I hooked my arms under his and pulled him out with a grunt. “Oh, fuck you’re heavier than I thought,” I said with a grunt of effort.
Based on his appearance, I had expected him to have some weight to him, but it's clear my initial assessment was off the mark. He appeared remarkably well-built. At first, I thought his suit was oversized, but upon laying my hands on him, I could see it was expertly tailored to fit his muscular physique snugly. If I weren't in a professional mode, I might have admired this strikingly handsome man for an extended period.
Dragging the man over to the sidewalk and into the alleyway entrance, I laid him down flat on the ground. “Sorry about this.” I apologized quickly before pushing his suit jacket off his broad and strong shoulders.
So far, I didn’t see too much external bleeding, just some from where shards of glass had embedded into him. Pulling out my scissors from the pocket of my scrub pants, I quickly apologized. “And sorry about this.” His dress shirt looked expensive, so I somewhat felt bad about tearing through it with my safety scissors to get a better view of his front side.
Hot damn!
At that instant, I couldn't tear my eyes away from his incredibly toned body. His jawline was like a work of art, his chest all sculpted, and those 6-pack abs? They were like something out of a movie. Even Leonardo's statue of David would've had nothing on this man. Luckily, there was no one around to catch me practically drooling over him, because I couldn't help but ogle his inked and scarred body.
Whoever he is, he had it rough. I had seen enough scars working in the emergency department to tell what items left what kind of scar. The knife scars across his torso stood out as the most noticeable due to their clean and straight cuts against the broad surface, while the burns followed closely. The distinct shapes of the burns hinted at the methods used, making cigarette burns, for example, easily identifiable because of their small, circular shapes.
Mentally slapping myself, I recentered my attention to the task at hand. Laying my hands on him, I did a quick physical assessment to the best of my abilities. I might not be a doctor, but I knew what I was doing as a nurse.
If it weren’t for this situation, my hands on his body would be a lot more intimate. Even though my task was to examine him, the thought of letting my hands slowly take in every dip and curve of his muscles dangled in the back of my mind.
“Fuck!” The stranger’s hand shot out and grabbed onto my wrist, sending a wave of heat through my body at the initial contact before I shook the feeling away to remain professional.
“Hey, don't worry. You were in an accident, and I'm just making sure you're okay before I call for an ambulance.” I wasn’t sure how conscious he was or if the grab was just a reflex from me touching a potentially broken or fractured rib.
“No! No ambulance. No hospitals.” He grunted while letting go of my wrist.
“You need medical help, you probably have, or do have, a broken or fractured rib or two. You need imaging to make sure a lung wasn’t punctured or that you’re not bleeding internally.” I didn’t want to send him home to die by suffocation from a punctured lung or an internal bleed.
Unfortunately, it would seem I had a stubborn one. “No. My phone.” He gasped, holding his ribs with one hand as he sat up, despite my protests.
“Fine.” I won’t argue with him any further. If he didn’t want to go then I couldn’t force him. Well, if he happened to pass out, then I could use implied consent and the good Samaritan law.
Quickly, I searched his pockets, being mindful to not let my hands linger longer than needed. Seconds later, I pulled out a phone with a shattered screen from his pocket. “Sorry, it’s busted.” The thing wouldn’t turn on. “You need to call someone?” Okay, that might have been a stupid question. Of course, he needed to call someone, why else would he ask for his phone?
“Yes.” He replied with another grunt before groaning softly as he leaned back against the wall with his hand holding his side.
Pulling out my phone, I shoved it into his free hand after unlocking it. “Call whoever you need, I need to make sure you’re not injured elsewhere.”
Top side, probably a few busted ribs from what I could tell. Now onto the bottom area. Again, no major external bleeding from what I could see and feel. At least, his pants weren’t saturated with blood, so that was a good indication of no external bleeds. Everything seemed good until I touched his left calf, causing him to release a pained groan.
Pushing the fabric up, I could see his crooked lower leg. “I gotta straighten it a little and stabilize it. Not going to lie, it’s going to hurt like hell.” I told him before looking around the area to see if there was anything I could use. “Stay.” I probably didn’t have to tell him. Doubt he was going to hobble anywhere with a broken leg.
Leaving his side, I went over to a pile of wooden pallets and pulled one off before stomping and snapping away two of the long pieces. “Mother fucker!” I hissed in pain when I felt the broken wood slice at my ankle and lower leg when I stomped on it to break it.
Returning to the man with two lengths of wood in hand, I sandwiched his lower leg between the wooden pieces before pushing them together to straighten his leg back out as much as possible, earning another groan from him. “Sorry!” I apologized as I pulled some medical tape from my scrub pocket and used it to wrap around and secure the pieces of wood to his leg. “You’re probably gonna need a cast. Are you sure no hospital? You really—”
