Love Worth Fighting For

233 Back to work Zwetta continued to run down the dark streets of suburban Los Angeles trying to avoid the pursuit of ten gunmen, one of whom had managed to land a hot lead on Zwetta’s ten minutes ago.

“Don’t stop, Zee. Keep running, two more blocks and you’re in the car.” Robin’s voice could be heard clearly Zwetta who was running through the dark night injured.

“I know,” Zwetta curtly, panting for breath. “Don’t talk to me anymore, your voice is distracting me!”

Instead of being angry, Robin, who was staring at the big screen in his study, actually smiled at the cold answer from Zwetta who was following his instructions. Because Zwetta got a pretty dangerous mission tonight, Robin intervened directly to monitor Zwetta through the giant monitor screen in his study. As America’s best former secret agent, Robin has knowledge that no one else has. Assisted by the best, Robin continues to monitor the movement of Zwetta , which is currently in the red zone.

“Now, Zee!!” shouted Robin loudly.

Hearing Robin’s new instructions, Zwetta immediately jumped into a van with the door open. Even though Zwetta was carrying a fairly heavy backpack, it didn’t make it difficult for her to move, so in just one try Zwetta managed to get into the car that had been waiting for her for two hours. The van with jet black paint immediately moved away not long after Zwetta released the backpack containing her work equipment on the seat.

From inside the car that was already moving away, Zwetta could see a group of men dressed all in black still running to catch her.

“Really troublesome,” Zwetta quietly.

“But worth the satisfaction, isn’t it?” Andres said quietly from behind the wheel.

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Zwetta who was trying to take off her jacket nodded slowly. “It would be more satisfying if I wasn’t hurt.”

Andres who was in the fast lane immediately stepped on the brake pedal which suddenly made the van stop instantly, fortunately the distance of the car behind them was far enough so that an unwanted collision did not occur.

“Are you hurt, Zee?”

Zwetta, who was so shocked that Andres stopped the car, suddenly hit the chair that Andres was using. “You want to kill us, don’t you? Watch where you are, Andres! Hurry up and start your car again, we’re in the fast lane!”

Not wanting to make a mess, Andres then refocused on the car he was driving and tried to ignore Zwetta behind her. But Andres’ curiosity returned when Zwetta heard.

“How bad is your wound, Zee?” Andres asked without shifting his focus to the street.

Zwetta, who was trying to wipe the blood flowing from her arm, thinned her lips. “Small wound.”

“Zee...”

“The bullets from the glok 20 pistol released by Rodrigue Lopez’s men are enough to make my blood not stop flowing right now,” Zwetta honestly. “And it looks like I have to get this bullet out of my body immediately.”

Hearing Zwetta’s made Andres immediately increase the speed of his car and rushed to one of the doctors he knew who was in Los Angeles, even though they had used fake identities but Andres still couldn’t take Zwetta to any hospital. They had to be careful, that’s why Andres chose to take Zwetta to one of his best friends for help.

Because the roads are quite congested, Andres takes ten minutes longer than his usual travel time. Luckily, when they arrived at the clinic, there were no patients, so as Zwetta entered she could immediately get help.

“Hold on, this is going to bite a bit,” doctor Rebeca said quietly to Zwetta who had given up.

“Do it quickly, doc,” Zwetta quietly. “I’m already starting to feel uncomfortable with having that damn bullet in my body.”

“Zee...” Andres warned Zwetta to be more patient.

Doctor Rebeca , who had met Zwetta several times, only smiled slightly when she heard his words. Without the slightest offense, doctor Rebeca started to work. Despite the anesthesia, Zwetta could still feel a slight discomfort in her arm. Doctor Rebeca started using her scalpel to remove the bullet lodged there.

The five bloody minutes were finally over when doctor Rebeca managed to remove a projectile full of blood from Zwetta’s body which was already soaked in sweat and blood, Zwetta’s eyes narrowed at the projectile on top of the stainless bowl which was now turning red with blood.

“Hold on a little longer, Zee,” said doctor Rebeca quietly from behind her medical mask. “I’ll start sewing your wound.”

“Please, doc,” Zwetta answered quietly with her eyes starting to close.

Even though he didn’t say anything, Andres was sure that Zwetta was in pain right now considering how deep the reach of doctor Rebeca’s scalpel was before.

“Moan if it hurts, Zee,” said Andres slowly. “You don’t have to endure your pain like this.”

Zwetta shook her head slowly. “I’m not only injured once or twice like this, Andres. You don’t have to worry, as long as doctor Rebeca doesn’t add blood to my body it means that my wound isn’t too bad.”

“But...”

“What Zwetta said is true.” Doctor Rebeca, who was stitching up the wound on Zwetta’s left arm, joined in the conversation. “You don’t have to worry, Andres. Zwetta isn’t a child who would immediately cry over an injury like this.”

Andres, who actually wanted to continue his speech, was silent, for fear that his existence would only be a nuisance, Andres chose to sit on the sofa which was not far from the place where Zwetta was receiving treatment from doctor Rebeca.

“For the next two or three days you are forbidden to wet your wound with water, Zee,” said doctor Rebeca softly as she put a bandage on Zwetta’s body. “You’re also not allowed to move your arms too much, it would be great if you rest and don’t use your hands.”

Zwetta nodded slowly. “I’ll give it a try, doc.”

“You must, if you want this wound to heal quickly,” said doctor Rebeca again. “You’re an unmarried girl, Zee.”

“What do these injuries have to do with marital status, doc?” Zwetta asked, confused.

Doctor Rebeca smiled, she slowly put the scissors in her hand onto the table and helped Zwetta sit up properly. Because Zwetta’s hair was getting long and quite annoying, without being asked the kind doctor helped tidy Zwetta’s hair to make it neater.

“An unmarried girl,” said doctor Rebeca quietly as she smoothed Zwetta’s long hair. “They will take very good care of her body, trying to remove the slightest scars on her body to attract the attention of men.”

“I have no interest in getting married and having children,” Zwetta replied curtly. “Having children is something that was never in my plans for the future.”

“Why? Getting married and having children is the biggest dream for every woman in this world, Zee.”

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