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!”

in shock when she saw what he

Stop! Let’s

While she had seen people on television do

of pain on his face. It was as if the shoulder the knife was digging

Clink!

to the floor. With unusually steady hands, he then dressed the wound with a bandage before

in the military, he had taken care of his own wounds multiple times. This was nothing compared to what

“Time to

car soon started

of seeing him dig out a bullet with a knife was too much for her, but all she could think

had been shot there! Was that all? Is that really… okay? Would the wound be infected? What should they do if the wound is infected because

let’s go to the hospital,”

been crude, it was absolutely safe. Anyway, this was minor. He had dealt with worse injuries before, but he

one could learn how to cure their own illnesses. Similarly, someone who had been hurt multiple times could learn to clean and

adamantly insisted on driving to the hospital, even if the doctors would merely smear some

to ever find another driver who would be willing to take a bullet for her. Since he did not care about his body, she would take care of

that anyone else, especially a woman

end, he had no choice but to turn the car around to drive to the

tired tomorrow, you don’t have to pick me up early,” she gently said.

be there at eight,”

back home at a

those two cars was because the drivers were being too obnoxious. It was

Do they own the roads just because

“Wait, no!”

minutes later, his attention shot back to the two Cadillacs. Were these not the cars that had driven next to