ZURICH
By the time, we reached the apartment door my little fighter was half dazed and her face was contorted in pain. I wanted to take it for her, change places with her and take her pain, make it my own. If cutting my own arm would make her suffer less I will do it in a blink of an eye. I just couldn’t see her hurt.
I stepped out of the car with her, and was glad to see Dr Patrick already waiting for me at the entrance of the building, one of my men standing with her. I knew calling Dr Patrick meant that this will go straight to Gabriel because at this point she was their family doctor when they are in New Orleans. For one, Gabriel didn’t like any man looking at his wife. And two, she was a woman. And maybe, it was the same reason I called her despite knowing when it’ll get back to Gab
