H.U.R.T
Who's Bartoli?

"Sorry, it takes a long time, but surgery to take a bullet is a bit difficult because we don't want to damage more surrounding tissue or nerves. Mr. Willson is in the recovery room yet to be spared the danger entirely. But for a person to get shot between the spine and shoulder blades, the condition is pretty good."

"Yes, my brother is so great and powerful. One bullet won't make it fall."

The doctor's explanation still hasn't calmed down Austin, nor did Isabell and Jossie.

Austin, who was too worried about his brother's condition, did not realize that Isabell had shortness of breath and sweat on his forehead. Isabell tried to calm himself. The situation was precarious and he did not want to trouble anyone to comfort him.

This incident surprised everyone. Austin, Darren, Jossie and their two children. But for Isabell himself, the sound of explosions, the eruption of gunfire had a terrible impact on him. The reason why he did not like action movies was because he could not hear the weapons aiming at each other. He did not know the reason why he was afraid of gunshots.

Did this have anything to do with his fear of hearing the sound of lightning and thunder? All this time, that's what he believed. Isabell has bad memories of heavy rain and thunder roaring outside.

That day, Isabell made a mistake that made her stepmother angry. At the time, his father was away on an official trip with his two brothers. The empress finally felt free to vent her anger.

Isabell was dragged out of the room. All the servants and the palace residents witnessed that, but no one dared to reprimand. Who would dare to advise an empress?

Isabell cried without a sound, resignedly dragged by the woman he called mother. Her tiny legs had difficulty matching the steps of the empress even though she was already running. Still, he could not equalize the step of his stepmother so he often fell. At that time he was 10 years old. Yes, he got rough treatment from his mother since childhood.

So, the wound on her knee would never make the empress feel guilty or pity for her. Every time she fell, the empress would throw a sharp glare at her, Isabell would stand up hurriedly.

Isabell did not know where he would be taken, he realized that it was not the playground that they were aiming for, he had already guessed if they were going to an unpleasant place. But where is it?

Little Isabell did not dare to ask, never protested when he got the rage of the stepmother. Isabell just resigned, what can a child do?

The queen stopped in front of a gate. Waving a sharp glare as his hand released Isabell's reddish-colored little hand as it was grasped too firmly.

Isabell lowered her head, hiding her cries. He knew the meaning of that look. Don't go anywhere, stay there while I open the door. Yes, exactly that was the meaning of the cruel gaze gesture that was cast on him.

Isabell did not know what the room was. He had never seen the room before. When they get here, they have to go through the back door to the stables and finally they are here.

Isabell had expected that he would be taken to the punishment room. Usually, he would be punished in the room, precisely the toilet room. This time it's different. They were standing in the room that he thought was new.

There was a sound that echoed when the key was pulled. The door opened, Isabell still did not know what room it was. All he saw was darkness and dust flying.

Her stepmother pulled her back, dragged her inside. He stumbled because in addition to equalizing the steps of the empress, he could not see properly. Only a small flashlight was not as bright as the empress used to illuminate the path they were going through.

He even almost fell down as they went down the stairs if the empress did not hold his body.

They were in front of another door. The empress again let go of her hand and this time she did not get a warning look because it seemed like the empress knew that Isabell would not be able to escape considering that everything was very dark. Isabell would not dare to do that.

"Lake in!" the empress finally made a sound to give the order.

Without asking Isabell stepped slowly. That's punishment. Isabell looked up, looked up at the empress with a begging face and hoped the empress would love him. He was used to being punished in the toilet but this room felt foreign so it made him a little afraid.

As usual, the empress would not knock her heart to see that innocent innocent face.

"You'll be picked up tomorrow." The queen pushed the tiny body to the floor.

The room was not too small but not big enough when compared to his room. There is also a small bed. The room was not too dark even though there were no lights. Moon and starlight illuminates the room through a glass window whose curtains are left open. Isabell immediately knew that the courtyard that was visible out there was the palace garden.

Isabell slowly rose up, his mouth commuting kamit muttering songs and prayers in turn. He was scared, very scared. The swaying leaves made him think of a no-no. The sound of crickets makes the atmosphere even more horror. He didn't want to see or hear it all. His hand had already managed to reach the curtain, preparing to close the window when suddenly lightning emitted its glint followed by a rumbling sound that was mutually unpretentious.

Isabell fell backwards in shock. The curtains did not close. Panicked and hysterical, he crawled to a corner of the room and sat with both feet bent. Little Isabell hid his face above his knees while covering both ears. His body trembled violently hearing the roar of lightning. Isabell did not know until when he cried because when he woke up, he was already in his room with a fever.

"After the swelling subsides, the paralysis that Mr. is currently experiencing. Willson's shoulder and arm will heal and he'll recover completely."

Isabell gasped from his daydream, quickly wiping his sweat back on his forehead.

The doctor gave a more detailed explanation of the description of Darren's condition and the recovery made.

Isabell saw the anxiety on Darren's face gradually disappear. Isabell knew that his sense of relief could not match the relief Austin felt. But still he felt an incredible relief.

If he hadn't flinched and pegged, maybe Darren wouldn't have had that attack. Yes, Isabell blames himself for this incident. He did not dare to imagine that someone else had died because of him. God, he won't be able to bear the guilt for the rest of his life.

The relief they felt after hearing the good news was celebrated by hugging each other. Austin pulled Isabell into his arms.

"Darren is fine. He's a tough guy. A stiff man doesn't seem to die that easily." Isabell could read Austin's deception clearly. Austin is coping with his emotions in a way that is comfortable for him.

The two of them were escorted to the curtained room where Darren lay. Jossie waited outside because the children were not allowed in.

Isabell saw Darren's body hooked up to the machines and wrapped around the slang-slang. To their surprise, Darren's eyes opened.

"Has anyone been hurt?" Darren asked Austin. When he saw Isabell pulling the curtain, his eyes instantly swept across the girl's body. Relieved that Isbell wasn't hurt in the least.

"You're the hero, how can anyone get hurt," Austin didn't mean to joke. He said what he felt. "Good news you're alive."

"Yeah, it's probably going to be a paralysis,"

"No. You will be healthy and recovering," Isabell exclaimed with overzealous intonation, making the two men compactly turn towards him.

Darren and Isabell stared at each other, then Darren turned his gaze to his sister.

Austin nodded, "Yes, you won't lose your hand function. You'll be alive and able to warm up using your hands while you're making love."

Holy hooch! What Austin said. The man did not know a place to joke with sentences prone to leaks.

Darren glanced at Isabell, the girl just flinching.

"I'm glad you're alive, Dude."

"I'm glad no one got hurt."

"Has the culprit been arrested?"

"Don't think about it now, you need to rest to recover quickly," Isabell reprimanded who only got a glance from Darren.

"Still hunted?" Darren asked again.

Austin did not reply and Darren concluded his guess was correct. "Damn it!"

"Did the police not find anything? Footprints, car tire tracks, fingerprint tracks?"

"It could have been a stray shot" Austin agreed with Isabell that Darren should not have thought about it.

"The shot was missed and unskilled, but you clearly know that one of you was the target."

Austin cannot deny that. Darren's right. A sniper shot may miss, but it will not make the bullet target other objects that are not at the target point. The sniper shot missed just a few inches from the target and was clearly two bullets fired at the point where they were.

"Tell me what the police told you."

"Not much. They're very slow. It's bad."

"What kind of information isn't that much." Darren forced his eyes open amidst the drowsiness that started attacking.

Austin took a deep breath. His brother is a little stubborn. Darren won't stop asking questions before getting what he wants.

"Bartoli Ortiz." Austin finally conveyed what the police had told him.

"Bartoli Ortiz?"

"Yes, the bullet that struck it belonged to Bartoli Ortiz."

"Who is that?"

"That's what I asked Mr. Scoot." Scoot."

"And who is Mr. Scoot?"

"Sheriff area."

"Continue."

"Mrs. Scoot showed me the bullets they found around the site. Whether a bullet removed from your body is the same as a bullet found at the site they'll make sure later and I guess it's the same."

"He didn't explain who Bartoli Ortiz was."

"Buronan for 30 years."

"Well." That's all that came out of Darren's mouth. What greatness Bartoli so managed to avoid the pursuit of the authorities.

"Yes. Wow, very wahh?!" Austin pulled out a chair and gave it to Isabell who was shaking like a statue. Shut up and listen to the two Willson brothers.

"Bartoli is a criminal who always deliberately leaves a trail to play with the apparatus."

"Mrs. Scoot said so?"

"Yes and I find out."

"From?"

"Stevens. Bartoli Ortiz and her father, Fernandez Ortiz, had several robberies at major banks and deliberately showed their faces to CCTV cameras. They enjoy being targeted and hunted. Then they will laugh at the officers who did not catch them. Bartoli is also a big city and is allegedly the head of a domestic terrorist who hates the government. He was so honored and considered a hero by his members. He is also known to be cruel. He killed Fernandez Ortiz, his own father, when he had no benefit. The poor old man died at Bartoli's hands. My question is, who is the target? I didn't know Bartoli until I heard her name from Mr. Scoot. Isabell and the two sweet children."

"Why would anyone want to attack me?" Isabell was clearly afraid. During this time he had no enemies and never made a fatal mistake that made someone want to kill him.

"Where's Jossie?"

"Out" said Austin.

"Come out, I'd like to see Jossie."