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 she saw what he

Stop! Let’s get it taken

wits. While she had seen people on television do that before, it was still

task. There was not a single sign of pain on his face.

Clink!

fell to the floor. With unusually steady hands, he then dressed the wound with

was more than familiar with doing this. After all, in the eight years he had spent in the military, he had taken care of his own wounds multiple

he said. “Time to send you

car soon started toward

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

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

go to the hospital,” she worriedly

an ordinary gunshot wound. While his method might have been crude, it was absolutely

cure their own illnesses. Similarly, someone who had

now!” She adamantly insisted on driving to the

to ever find another driver who

with warmth. He never imagined that anyone else, especially a woman as

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

don’t have to pick me up early,” she gently said. “You can come around

is fine. I’ll be there at eight,” he replied with a

in no hurry, he drove back

two Cadillacs drove toward them. The only reason why he noticed those two cars was because the drivers were being too obnoxious. It was past ten, yet the cars still had their high beams on. It made it hard

they own the roads just because they can

“Wait, no!”

Were these not the cars that had driven next to