Bed With In-laws
The price of a life

"Sir, Miss Zea is still in her apartment."

The news from Drax instantly made Darion increase his speed. Passing his white sedan car through the street crowd. Try your best to get to it quickly.

The small path he passed, no matter though later had to deal with the ticket and others. In his mind there were only Zea, Zea and Zea. Moreover, his heart grew even more unsettled when he heard the girl's weak voice.

Otherside. A man was seen walking past the blood pooling on the floor. He walked leisurely, picked up the tissue on the table then wiped the remaining blood left on the silver dagger.

No shaky taste in the slightest. The man even threw his tissue and dagger over the sofa, then left just like that.

Zea, lying helplessly on the floor, pulled out the phone she had been holding tightly. As vigorously as he tried to speak, hoping Darion had not ended his call.

"D-o-n," he called her down.

"Zeez! Oh ****! You finally spoke."

"Pe-turtle-soup." Zea tried to speak, explaining what had just happened to her. But the pain coming from his lower abdomen was overwhelming.

"It's okay, Baby. Tell me clearly, are you hurt?"

"Eemm, sa-sick. Squeeze out."

"Hold on! You have to hold on! I'll be there soon, okay!"

Zea could no longer speak. The pain really made his throat dry. His mouth can't even open. Even his eyes were beginning to feel heavy.

The blood that came out was apparently quite a lot, reminiscing on the floor and wetting almost half of his body. Darion tried to continue speaking, though Zea could not answer him. The man tried to keep Zea awake.

"Don't close your eyes, don't sleep! Don't talk anymore, just tap your finger on the floor, so I can hear it."

Zea put her phone down, right in a puddle of her own blood that poured out great. Then knock on the floor with his fingers. The beats are strong, but the longer they get weaker.

"Please, hang on, Baby!"

Drowsiness mixed with pain that slowly fades, such as numbness. His eyes slowly blurred, his hearing also began to buzz.

Breeze coming in from the balcony window, melting the fishy and rancid smell of the blood coming out. But Zea couldn't smell it. His sense of smell was paralyzed.

Two big men tried to break the door from the outside. Several times there was a sound from the door, but Zea's hearing was no longer working.

"Zeez! Zea!"

The voice he heard along with a heavy roar of breath, made him stare towards the door that had been open since when. He blinked slowly for a few times, until he finally saw the face of Darion running towards him.

Zea took a deep breath, then raised two corners of her lips, before she finally closed her already very tired eyes.

Without saying anything, Darion hurriedly raised Zea's body. Run as fast as possible to the car he just left under.

"Clean the blood of my beloved dripping on the floor. Collect it as one, don't throw it away!" daron shouted at the few people who followed him.

"Good, Master!"

The sedan car he was riding was back on the slide, as fast as possible to the nearest hospital. Darion sat in the back, pressing on the wound on Zea's abdomen so as not to bleed more. While the driving position was replaced by Drax who came a little slower.

"Doctor! Doctor!" yelled Darion while carrying Zea's body into the IGD.

Two nurses who came to him immediately told Darion to put Zea's body on the gurney. The bead of his eyes could not be separated from Zea's paled face. Also, white pajamas that turn red.

"Damn! Damnit damnit! Shit!" upset ass.

"The wound is deep enough, the blood pressure is down, the oxygen saturation is weakened. Prepare a blood transfusion!"

Hearing that, Darion's heart grew more and more chaotic. His emotions overflowed, wanting to feel like he was rampaging, venting all his anger on anyone. However, the man could only endure it.

"Do whatever it takes to save her. I can pay dearly, I'll give you double ... No, ten times!"

Darion begins to get frustrated, hoping that Zea's life can be saved. It didn't matter if he took out tenfold, or even his entire fortune. It's just ….

"Sir, you just have to pay. The value of a life is not measured by money!"

Degh's!

Darion stunned. He could only stare at the helplessly lying Zea, slowly beginning to be moved by the doctors and nurses.

The fact that he had to accept, was a life that he could not buy even if he had a lot of money. The fact that the turnover of billions of dollars he had could not deal with the life and death of the lover.

...☆TBC☆...