Chapter Forty-Seven

Alex's POV

"Quiet!" One of the men yelled and we quickly kept quiet.

I looked around, we are all sorrounded.

The masked were talking in hushed tones but they sounded worried, seems something's wrong.

One of them walked up and stood in front of us.

"I heard you all are members of the medical team brought from London" he said. "And I heard there are two medical teams here, who is the surgeon for each team?" He asked but everywhere remained silent.

Ryan didn't stand up and neither did I.

"I said where are the two surgeons!!" He yelled and Ryan quickly staggered up.

"Here I am, the best Neurosurgeon in the world Ryan Wilson." He said with a smile as he staggered.

"He looks like he's drunk" one of the men said.

"Who's the other surgeon?" The man asked.

"Stay down" Emma whispered. "Do not stand up"

"There he is" Ryan said. "The amazing Alexander Sanchez, the defeater of death" he said laughing.

The man walked up to me and held me up by the collar.

"Were you deaf?" He yelled. "Today is your lucky day, I'll have blown your head off with my riffle right now but I need your services and since your fellow surgeon is dead drunk, you'll be doing the surgery alone."

"What surgery?" I asked.

"Our leader was shot and he's wounded badly, you have to save his life" the man said.

"What? I am not... I'm not going to operate on your leader" I said.

"I guess you're ready to loose your life then" he said as he pointed his gun at my head.

"Then kill me, I'll rather die than save your leader."

"Alex, Alex what are you saying, you must not die so just perform the damn surgery!" Emma said.

"We are talking about the leader of the Taliban forces Emma, these people are responsible for the thousands of lives lost in Afghanistan and you want me to save their leader to continue his killing spree?" I asked.

"You will if you want you and your friends to live, the longer you stand here arguing the more closer to death our leader becomes, so who should I kill first to show you that I am not joking here, should I kill this girl?" He said pointing the gun at Emma. "Or should I just kill this little boy?"

"No, please don't kill anyone" I pleaded.

"Then save our leader" he said.

"I can't" I replied. "I will never save a warlord to continue killing again."

"Do the surgery Alex" Jasmine said and I turned to look at her.

"Do you know how many more lives will be lost if I save their leader? I'll only be bringing him back to continue killing and I can't do that" I said.

"That is not your job!" Jasmine said. "Your job is to save life regardless of who it is, that's the oath we took to become doctors remember?" 

"But if I save him..."

"If you save him you'll only be doing your job, your job is not to kill criminals, that's the job of soldiers, yours is to save people criminal or not. So do your job and I'm sure the Afghanistan soldiers we'll be back here to do theirs" Jasmine said and I sighed.

"Where's your leader?" I asked.

"We already took him to your hospital wing" the man said.

"I'll need my surgery team" I said.

"Sure but if you try anything cocky, if our leader doesn't survive the surgery, I'll kill you myself" the man said and I nodded.

Ryan's POV

"Susan!" I whispered and she looked at me.

"You are no longer drunk?" She asked.

"It's hard to remain drunk when a gun is being pointed at you, I was just pretending before" I said and she nodded.

"You are Alex's anaesthesiologist Susan, you'll be participating in the surgery." 

"Yes I know" she said.

"I need you to kill the leader of the Taliban forces during surgery" I said.

"What?" She exclaimed and I quickly shushed her.

"If the surgery is not successful, Alex will be killed and the leader of the Taliban forces is evil, killing him we'll be like saving many lives so it's like killing two birds with one stone" I said.

"As if you are concerned about saving lives, you just want Alex dead and I'm not going to obey you this time. Not after all you've said to me in the room" she said.

"I was drunk Susan, I'll never say that to you in my right mind, I was angry and drunk."

"Drunk or not, your words were hurtful, do you even love me?" She asked.

"I do Susan, I love you with all my heart. And when Alex is gone, I'll finally be named officially as the best Neurosurgeon in the world and we'll be at peace. I'll get married to you and we'll make beautiful kids together. Please Susan just help me this once, help me achieve my dream." I pleaded and she hesitated for some moments.

"Fine, I'll make sure the surgery isn't successful." She said and I smiled.