FL struggles to lift the unconscious man, supporting him with all her strength
Luna (fl)
FL (panting, whispering): Just… hang on… don’t die here…
[She drags him step by step toward the village road. Headlights flash — an ambulance she flagged down earlier screeches to a stop.]
Doctor/Paramedic: Quick! He’s losing blood. Get him inside!
[They carry him into the ambulance. FL sits inside, soaked and trembling, clutching her torn dress piece still stained with his blood.]
[Hospital. Emergency ward. Doctors rush around, treating his wounds. FL stands at the corner, face pale with worry.]
Lucas (Mafia don ml)
ML (half-conscious, noticing her blurred figure): …That girl again…
(weak laugh) Nobody in this rotten world… ever worried about me.
So why… a stranger?
[His eyes flutter shut, but a faint smile lingers.]
[Later. He wakes up slowly in a white hospital room, IV attached. The rain outside has stopped.]
[A nurse enters, adjusting his drip.]
Lucas (Mafia don ml)
ML (hoarse): …Where is she? The girl…
Nurse (smiling kindly): She’s gone. But… she stayed until you were stable.
She even covered your hospital fees.
Lucas (Mafia don ml)
Fees?
Nurse (hesitant): Actually… she didn’t have enough. She left behind a gold chain… with her mother’s photo inside. Said you must be treated, no matter what.
[ML’s eyes widen. His chest tightens, more from emotion than pain. He whispers.]
Lucas (Mafia don ml)
ML (thinking): …A stranger… gave away something precious… for me?
Foolish girl… you don’t even know who I am.
[He stares at the ceiling, silent for a long moment. Then a low laugh escapes him.]
ML (softly, amused): Interesting. Very… interesting.
Author note: His eyes close again, but this time not from weakness — from restless thoughts of a girl who cared when no one else would.
Sometimes, the kindest bonds are born not of trust… but of scars.
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