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But Krystal’s eyes locked onto the injury.

He had nicked an artery.

He was still playing the victim, clutching at the gash and looking smug, thinking it was just a scratch.

He had no idea what he’d done.

“You’re bleeding out,” she said, rushing to his side. “You need help right now—”

“Stay away from me!” he shrieked, crawling backward. “She stabbed me! Arrest her! She—”

“You hit an artery, you idiot!” she yelled, losing patience. “If you don’t let me help, you’ll bleed out in minutes!”

He shoved at her again. “Don’t make this a big deal! I’m fine—”

Then his face went pale. He staggered. Dropped.

Convulsions started.

Krystal dropped to her knees beside him. She ripped open his shirt and immediately located the pulsing wound. Blood was everywhere.

“Someone get me a stitching kit! Now!” she screamed, snapping her head up.

The young doctors who had just arrived—probably only in their first year—flinched.

One of them faltered.

“Take your hand out! It’s dangerous! What are you doing?!” he yelled in panic.

Krystal glared at him, furious.

“What are you? A fetus? Get a grown-up to treat him. Now. Go, right this instant.” She snatched the medical box from his trembling hands and snapped, “And if you can’t help, get out of my way!”

"Oh my God, are you mad?!"

The young doctors, clearly still in training, were freaking out—staring between the bleeding man and Krystal.

Ignoring their panic, Krystal grabbed the stitching kit. Her fingers moved fast and steady. She clamped the wound and gave it a quick stitch, just enough to hold until help arrived to take him to the emergency room.

The emergency team finally snapped into action. The other doctors rushed in and transferred the man to a stretcher. Within seconds, he was wheeled away.

The incident had already caused a stir. Word spread fast. Police sirens blared outside as chaos unfolded in Bristen Hospital.

***

“Mr. Moretti! Mrs. Moretti is in huge trouble!”

Xander burst into Lorenzo’s office, nearly out of breath.

Lorenzo’s grip on his pen tightened as he looked up, a sharp frown creasing his brow. “What are you talking about?”

Xander reached the desk, trying to catch his breath. “There was an incident at the hospital. A man went wild. He lunged at Mrs. Moretti. There was a scuffle, and he ended up stabbed.”

Lorenzo shot to his feet, heart pounding. “Is Krystal hurt?” His voice cracked from the strain, panic lacing every word.

“She’s fine,” Xander replied quickly, and Lorenzo exhaled hard.

Lorenzo let out a breath.