Chapter 191 - Hundred And Ninety One
Disclaimer: this Chapter contains scenes of suffering and pain. If it’s uncomfortable to read, you can skip.
Ryan was standing and panting as he threw the pistol on his bed, clenching his waist. He staggered to his wardrobe, tearing a piece of his own clothing, his movements frantic and desperate, trying to apply pressure to the deep wound in his waist. His face was contorted in pain, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Davis, still reeling from the shock of the scene before him, finally registered the details of the room. He saw the bloody knife, its blade glistening crimson, tossed carelessly across the room. He saw the dead body, lying in a spreading pool of blood, its lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. He saw Ryan’s pistol, lying on the bed, its polished surface reflecting the dim light.
Ryan grunted, his voice strained and desperate. "Call Abernathy," he commanded, his words punctuated by sharp intakes of breath. "Now!!!"
Davis, his mind finally clearing, snapped into action. He turned and rushed out of the room, his footsteps echoing through the silent castle as he raced to find the doctor.
Ryan, left alone, gritted his teeth against the searing pain. He remembered the time when Suzy had saved him, when they were ambushed in the forest. Her quick thinking, her steady hands, her determination. He tried to mimic her actions, to stay calm, to control the bleeding.
He reached for the bottle of alcohol on the bedside table, his hand trembling slightly. He poured the alcohol onto the wound, a loud growl of pain escaping his lips. The stinging sensation was excruciating, but he knew it was necessary to prevent infection.
He then tore a large piece of cotton linen from his shirt and wrapped it tightly around his waist, trying to staunch the flow of blood. His body was slick with sweat, his breathing shallow and rapid. He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes closed, waiting for the doctor to arrive. He was losing blood fast. He knew he had to stay conscious.
The image of the attacker flashed through his mind. He had been so careful. So vigilant. How had someone managed to get past his defenses? Except the person is from inside. A spy and why were they two?