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CHAPTER THIRTY – EIGHT: WAKE UP ROSE AMARA'S POV I rushed up to him and knelt down next to his lifeless body, my heart thumping so loud I could feel the pulse in my ears. Blood soaks the man's shirt and then startlessly flows out of him, leaving him with the impression that life is fleeing him. I put my trembling fingers on the hole and push as firmly as I can.The commotion around, the gunfire, the whimpering noises, the people's shouts, all of it vanishes into the background. I can only concentrate on the man who is lying on the ground. My voice chokes as I say, "Don't go...don't you dare go," but I sniffle nevertheless, keeping my eyes on the task at hand. He is promised... He would never leave me again. I scream at the top of my voice to everyone who can hear. "Get Dr Halili! Now!" I lack the motivation to stop thinking about Ethan. He will disappear into thin air if I even blink once while keeping my eyes on him. Eya yanks herself away from the action, nods, and dashes towards the door. If it were up to me, I would take him to the hospital. However, since every gunshot is reported in our world, we are unable to enjoy that pleasure. This will undoubtedly result in a commotion down the road. The brotherhood has a doctor on staff who is compensated well enough to respond when called upon. "Do you want me to move him?" Zeth asks as he raises his gun next to me to defend me. My breathing is deep and controlled, but it gives the impression that I'm about to go into a breakdown. "Please protect my back and give me your jacket." Without pausing, Zeth hands me his jacket after shrugging it off. I firmly press it against Ethan's chest. Even though I'm not sure how to save him, the bleeding needs to stop. His pulse slows down with each second that passes, and my heartbeat begins to pound frightfully as if it may cease. Even though the gunfire stops, I don't raise my head. I can't. 'Rose!" When I hear my name being called, I humbly look up. Father is scowling as he stands in front of me. "Let's go together." 'No. I won't be abandoning him." "We have no idea if there are any more armed men. If you're hurt, how are you going to help him? " "I won't leave his side," I said, even though I looked pathetic. Even though there isn't any more shooting, Uncle Raven shakes his head and tells his guards to surround us. My chin trembles as I hear. "His pulse is weak and he's lost so much blood.What will I do next? " "Nothing can be done but press down and keep the cloth in place. Let Zeth handle it." Father said. "No," I replied. Even for a split second, I would be terrified to leave Ethan's side. If I do, I will lose him once again—but this time it will be permanent—just like I did seven years ago. I won't be able to hold onto the hope that he'll return this time. I don't know how long it takes the doctor to arrive, but it's been long enough that Ethan's pulse is all but nonexistent and Zeth's jacket is covered in blood. As Dr. Halili goes about his business. I make an effort to stay nearby, but Father pulls me to my wobbly feet so I don't obstruct him. My eyes are hawk-like in their focus as they track the doctor's movements. I remember the elite group, especially Hades, giving tough orders and the guards tidying up the dining room. Two of Uncle Raven's security guards are to take Belle and the other women to a different room as he orders. The rest is all a blur. I briefly question whether this is real or a dream. My body and breathing are not perceptible to me. Dr. Halili takes a while to remove the bullet from Ethan's chest. I can't take my eyes off the gory scene as the needle pierces Ethan's flesh and injects blood into his body. I don't even avert my gaze from the pool of blood that is encircling him, like if it were his deathbed. While internally slapping my head, I continue to observe everything. Since it takes so long, Father sits down on a chair. I don't. I start hyperventilating if I move even an inch. Dr. Halili stands up and turns to Father. "Despite suffering severe blood loss, he was fortunate. He is feverish, so it could be risky tonight. He needs continual monitoring until the temperature goes down. I'll prescribe medicines that he needs to take on time. If the gunshot had been a little to the side, he wouldn't have survived." After giving the doctor his due, Father orders one of his guys to drive him back. I stole the doctor's prescription out of his hands and gave it to Eya. "Do it quickly." She says with a nod, "Yes, miss," and bolts from the mansion. I instructed Zeth and another of Fatehr's guards to place on a tall coffee table and then take it upstairs, since the doctor taught us how to move him safely. Despite the fact that my feet are trembling, I continue on. I look at my bloody hands, which are a deep, crimson red. Ethan's blood—his. I race to the bathroom as soon as I enter the space and turn on the faucet. I repeatedly rubbed my shaky hands together while tasting the salt. I noticed tears starting to roll down my cheeks at that point. I wash my face with a wet towel, wipe it off with the back of my hand, and then exit the bathroom. My husband is only wearing his painted shirt after the doctor cuts through his bloodied clothing, and Zeth waits beside the bed where Ethan is lying. He is carrying a bandage over his shoulder that is wrapped around his chest. I managed to say, "Zeth, go help outdoors." And advised Eya to come in right away after taking all the medication that is needed." "I will Miss." Zeth exits the room after giving me one final glance. I lost all the strength I had been using to stay upright. At the foot of the bed, I dropped to my knees and carefully cleaned the blood from Ethan's abs. He shouldn't be harmed or bleeding. He is too methodical and professional for that. However, he is. Because, despite his professionalism, Ethan is still a person. People bleed to death as he nearly did today. His advice to not wish to become a widow because that can happen sooner than intended came flooding back to me on the day of our wedding. "You're not allowed to leave again, a**hole," I whisper as my shaking mouth lingers there for an extra second before I lean in to kiss his lips. Please wake up.