A Bullet for you

Hospital

Senorita's tears flowed freely, unstoppable.

Luckily, the security arrived just in time. They managed to pull Senorita away from the man who had shot Sugar. She had already started beating him senseless, her fury blinding her to everything else.

The ambulance arrived soon after, rushing Sugar away with Senorita in tow. The security personnel handled the assassins, escorting them out of the scene.

She wiped her tears, but another round fell almost immediately.

It's all my fault. I should have followed him when he asked to drop me off.

This is all my fault, she muttered to herself.

A woman entered the waiting area, her voice cutting through the tense atmosphere.

"Where's my son?" she snapped.

Senorita looked up, surprised to see the chairwoman of the Langford Company standing before her.

The Langford Company was the largest and richest corporation in Italy, with branches across the globe. Yet, there was one mystery that still surrounded it-no one knew who the CEO was. After the late Mr. Langford passed, Malia Langford had taken over as the chairwoman, handling everything for the past few years. But the identity of the heir was a tightly kept secret. No one had seen him, nor did anyone know what he looked like.

"I asked a question! Where is Sugar?" Malia snapped again, more urgently now.

"He's still inside the operation room," Senorita replied, trying to hold it together. "The doctor hasn't come out yet."

"I'm sorry your son ended up in this condition because of me," Senorita said, collapsing to her knees.

Malia glanced at her, then bent down and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Were you the girl Sugar took the bullet for?" Malia asked, her voice surprisingly soft.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Senorita whispered, feeling the weight of the situation press down on her.

Malia broke the hug, wiping away her own tears. "Don't cry. Sugar's a strong guy. Nothing's going to happen to him, alright?"

Senorita nodded, grateful for the reassurance, even if it didn't completely calm her nerves.

"What's your name?" Malia asked, her tone softening even further.

"Senorita Leo," Senorita replied.

Malia smiled, though a flicker of confusion flashed across her eyes. Why her? Why would he take a bullet for someone like her?

The doctor entered the hallway, and Malia immediately walked toward him.

"Good..." he began, but Malia cut him off.

"Spare me the greeting. How is he?" she demanded, her tone sharp.

"He's out of danger," the doctor replied. "Luckily, we were able to remove the bullet. But he's still unconscious."

"When do you think he'll wake up?" Malia pressed.

"I can't say, ma'am," the doctor replied. "It's too early to tell."

"Come on, let's go see him," Malia insisted, leading Senorita down the hall.

Inside the ward, Malia walked up to Sugar's bedside, her expression a mixture of concern and sorrow. Senorita stood frozen by the door, her eyes glued to the still form of Sugar, a tidal wave of emotions threatening to overtake her.

Malia sat beside him, her own tears threatening to fall. She reached out, hovering her hand over his face, then quickly withdrew it as if unsure of what to do.

Why did you do it? Is it that you don't care how I feel?

I know you hate me... but please, don't do this to me.

She turned to Malia, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, just wake up soon, okay?" she thought.

Malia looked at her, her expression softening. "You can go home now. I'll stay with him."

"It's fine, ma'am. I don't think I could sleep peacefully if I left. I prefer to stay here until he wakes up," Senorita replied, her voice quiet but resolute.

"Alright," Malia said with a nod.

Just then, Loord and Jett walked in.

"Good evening, Mother," they greeted.

Malia nodded in acknowledgment.

Senorita's phone rang. She quickly picked it up.

"Senorita, where are you?" Swan's voice came through, frantic.

"At the hospital," Senorita replied.

"The hospital? What happened to you?" Lake's voice followed, more urgent.

"Sugar got shot," Senorita answered softly.

"What?" Swan exclaimed, disbelief clear in her voice.

"How did that happen?" Lake asked, his tone sharp.

"I'll tell you when I get back tomorrow," Senorita promised before hanging up.

---

The Next Morning

Malia stood, preparing to leave.

"You guys take care of him. I'll be on my way," she said, slipping a card into Senorita's hand. "You can call me anytime. I'll be expecting your call."

Senorita nodded, grateful for the gesture.

"Take care of yourself, alright? Don't overthink what happened. Sugar is going to be fine," Malia said with a gentle smile.

"Take care of yourself too, ma'am," Senorita replied.

Malia smiled at her one last time before walking out of the room.

Senorita turned back to look at Sugar, still peacefully sleeping.

Please wake up quickly, she whispered in her mind. It's better to have you awake and disturbing me than lying here in silence. The whole school is in chaos because of what happened to you.

Jett entered with a package in hand.

"Lake sent this for you," he said, handing it over.

"Thanks," Senorita murmured, accepting the package.

"I and Loord will prepare something for him. Sugar doesn't eat food from outside; he prefers homemade meals. So, please stay with him," Jett added.

"Alright," Senorita agreed, though she could see the uncertainty in his eyes.

Before Jett left, Senorita's words made him pause.

"I'm sorry for what happened," she said quietly. "I know you're angry at me for everything that happened."

"If I tell you that I'm not angry, I'd be lying," Jett replied, his voice laced with frustration. "To me, it's kinda your fault. He asked to drop you off, and you refused. If you had just agreed, none of this would have happened."

He sighed deeply, shaking his head. "I don't understand why Sugar insists on being friends with you when you clearly hate him. I'm angry at him for taking the bullet because he knew full well the risks. His chances of surviving are low because of the surgeries he's had. You wouldn't understand, Senorita, because you weren't there when he was suffering."

Jett's eyes were hard now. "But still, I blame you. I pray nothing happens to him, because if it does, I won't forgive you."

"I don't know why Mother even let you go..." he trailed off.

"That's enough, Jett," Loord interjected, coming into the room.

Jett rolled his eyes but kept quiet.

"It's alright, Jett. I understand," Senorita said softly.

"It's not your fault. It was a mistake. Besides, you couldn't have known this would happen. You didn't wish for it," Loord said, his tone calming. "Jett is just angry-that's all."

"Please, take care of him. We'll be back soon," Loord said before leaving with Jett.

Senorita let out a deep sigh before taking the package into the bathroom to prepare herself.

---

Meanwhile...

"Liliana, have you heard the news?" Preya asked.

"What news?" Liliana replied, her voice filled with curiosity.

"Sugar got shot last night," Preya said gravely.

"What? Are you joking?" Liliana snapped, disbelief in her voice.

"No, I'm serious. Sugar got shot last night," Preya confirmed.

"What? How is that possible? Who would do that to him?" Liliana asked, her voice shaking with concern.

"I wish I knew. No one even knows which hospital he's in, and no one knows how he's doing," Preya answered.

---

Elsewhere...

"How did the job go?" someone asked.

"We're sorry, but the job was unsuccessful. My men shot the wrong person," the man on the other end of the call replied.

"How could you make such a mistake?" the voice snapped.

"Listen carefully-no one must find out who hired you. I don't care how you do it, but no one must know. Understand?" the voice ordered.

"Alright, don't worry. I'll make sure no one finds out about you. I'll handle the men who got caught by the police. I'll make sure they stay quiet," the man assured.

"Better," the voice replied coldly.

---

Back at the Hospital

Senorita stepped out of the bathroom, dressed and surprised to see that Sugar was awake.

He had attempted to remove the drip from his hand, but Senorita quickly rushed to stop him, gently holding his hand.

"Don't remove it," she said softly.

"But I feel uncomfortable," he protested weakly.

"Bear with it for now," she insisted, her tone firm yet gentle.

"How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

Senorita smiled, but tears streamed down her face. She quickly wiped them away.

"You're the injured one. I should be asking you that," she replied, her voice trembling.

"Have you been crying?" he asked softly.

"Answer me first. How do you feel? Do you want me to call the doctor?" she asked, worried.

"I'm fine. No need for the doctor," he replied, though his voice was still weak.

"Why were you crying?" he pressed.

"I was so worried about you. I thought something bad would happen to you." She looked down, guilt filling her chest. "I'm so sorry for putting you in this condition."

He wiped her tears with his thumb. "Even when you're crying, you look beautiful. But stop. I don't want you crying anymore. Unless, of course, you want me to fall unconscious again. And if that happens, I might not wake up. You know I'm the reason you're crying."

She nodded, wiping away the last of her tears. "I'm sorry."

"If you're really sorry, then do one thing for me," he said, his voice soft.

"What is it?" she asked, her heart racing.

"Become friends with me, Rita," he said, his eyes softening.