I’m Someone Else

Thomas shook his head and glanced at his bleeding wound. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. We need to find a place to stop the car. I have to get the bullet out.”

“Get the bullet out?”

Olivia was stunned to hear that. Should they not go to the hospital then? Why did it sound like he planned on taking it out himself?

He pulled the car to a stop at a rather secluded spot and wound up the windows. The car’s windows were so heavily tinted that no one standing outside would be able to see what was happening inside. He then found a paring knife and grabbed a lighter to sterilize it with.

“Do you know who they are? They were driving a Cadillac,” he asked.

“A Cadillac?”

She frowned upon hearing that as her face clouded over.

“I think they are part of the same group.”

“Do you know who they are?” he repeated.

“I don’t. However, before they appeared, there was a time when I clocked out of work late and had to drive home by myself. They followed me throughout the entire drive and only left when I managed to call my family who then sent some men to escort me home.”

That incident had happened quite a while ago, so she had only assumed it was a coincidence. She had not expected them to appear in her life again.

She did not know them at all, so why did they want to kill her?

He nodded and kept quiet. The knife was nearly sterilized. Without hesitation, he swiftly stabbed the knife into his wound.

“Aah!”

when

doing? Are you crazy? Stop! Let’s get

do that before, it was still horrifying

his face. It was as if the shoulder the knife was digging into did not belong to him at

Clink!

eventually dug out, and it fell to the floor. With unusually steady hands, he then dressed the wound with a bandage

years he had spent in the military, he had taken care of his own wounds multiple times.

he said. “Time to send

car soon started toward

too much for her, but all she could think about was

that really… okay? Would the wound be infected? What should they do if the wound is

go to the hospital,”

ordinary gunshot wound. While his method might have been crude, it was absolutely safe. Anyway, this was minor. He had dealt with worse

their own illnesses. Similarly, someone who

hospital now!” She adamantly insisted on driving to the hospital, even if the

to ever find another driver who would be willing to take a bullet for her. Since

He never imagined that anyone else, especially a woman as beautiful as

the end, he had no choice but to turn the car around to drive to the hospital. Once his wound

you’re tired tomorrow, you don’t have to pick me up early,” she gently said. “You can come around ten or

is fine. I’ll be there at eight,” he

was in no hurry, he drove back home at a leisurely pace

because the drivers were being too obnoxious. It was past ten, yet the cars still had their

money is everything? Do they own the roads just because they can drive luxury cars?” he grumbled as he put

“Wait, no!”

the two Cadillacs. Were these not the cars that had driven next