Making a deal with the devil

Staring at the pale–faced Kimberly, Damien didn't know what else to do to ease her suffering. Although she was sleeping, her face was in a deep frown and sometimes, she groaned. It appeared as if she was in a lot of pain. 

"Kim, what should I do?" he sighed for the umpteenth time. 

"Master, I think she needs to be taken to the hospital," Randy spoke from the door. 

"I know that, but there's nothing I can do."

"But she's suffering!"

"Elder Five won't let her live, stop talking like an idiot." 

"I'm sorry boss," 

Damien closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said: "Arrange a plane to get her out of here."

"S–sir?" Randy was shocked. Isn't he the one who wouldn't allow her to leave? 

"You heard me!!!" he roared. "Get the damn plane!!" He is already regretting his decision to let her leave but he has no choice right now. The vapor of the chemical must have done some damage to her.