He thought that the assassins must have listening devices and tracking chips on them, and other assassins would arrive soon. George kept glancing at the rearview mirror, wanting to know Isabelle’s condition in the back seat.
Before dawn, George and his team arrived at the next town. He wrapped Isabelle in his own coat, carried her out of the car, and strode towards the hospital.
Without stopping, he bent his head and touched Isabelle’s forehead with his lips, feeling a burning heat.
The bandage on Isabelle’s shoulder had been torn open, the wound was a bit torn and bleeding. After reapplying the medication, they put her back on an IV drip.
The doctor told George to get his hand and shoulder wounds treated. But George didn’t want to leave her side, so he had the nurse bring the medication and treat his wounds right next to Isabelle’s bed. His shoulder had just been grazed by a bullet, so it wasn’t too serious. He decided not to bother with it and sent the nurse away.
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