Lorenzo’s POV
I was up early the next day. I could barely sleep and I made sure that I was on high alert. I slept at
home with all the security lights on.
I had already booked my trip and I decided that staying away from the pack and Erica was the
best option I had to keep them both safe, as well as the employees under my care.
I made sure to tell no one about this as the madman after me wouldn’t be able to pry
information from them because they honestly wouldn’t know where I would be.
I stood at my window and looked out and saw the chaos that the pack was in.
There had been so many makeshift houses that have been raised along the streets and scrap
metal from cars and lamp posts littered the streets. This beautiful pack now looked like a slum.
I watched it all sadly and finally decided that I was going to aid in the relief efforts. If I was going
to leave the park soon, then it was best that I made a difference before I disappeared.
I headed into the shower and I allowed the cold water to splash over my body. I had barely gotten
enough sleep so I needed to be wide awake. Going public meant that I was making myself an
open target and I would be susceptible to attacks if I wasn’t careful.
I finished my quick shower and headed into my room. I picked the most plain-looking clothes that
I owned, something that would make me not stand out in public, and got dressed.
I skipped breakfast and hurried out. I was scared to take my car just in case it had been laced with
a bomb while I slept.
I walked into town with a heavy coat slung over me and I kept my head low to avoid drawing any
attention.
I walked straight to the makeshift hospital that had been erected to tend to the sick and injured
pack members.
I reached the entrance and I was stopped by two guards.
“Who are you and state your business?”
I sighed and looked over my shoulder. I wanted to be sure that no one was watching me.
“It’s Alpha Lorenzo.”
As soon as I said my name, they made way for me and I went inside.
I went straight to the head of the medical center and enlisted myself to volunteer for the day.
I was given a pair of scrubs and I went into the changing room.
Before I took off my clothes, I looked around to make sure that there were no cameras watching
me. I changed hurriedly and when I got out, I was assigned to word five.
I walked there and as soon as I got there, I was dumbstruck by the amount of injured people that
I saw. It was a gory sight. People lay on stretchers with open wounds and deep lacerations. I
watched a mother and her child stand by a bed watching a man whose leg had been amputated.
He was writhing in pain and there was so little that the wife or the child could do to comfort him.
Everywhere I looked, there was pain and agony. Families were crying over loved ones who had
passed away while some were sitting, waiting for an empty bed so that they could lie down.
“Fuck Hazan!” I cursed silently under my breath.
It was shocking how much devastation one man could cause with just a single utterance. It made
me wonder if the people who followed him blindly had no hearts. Didn’t they know that they
were hurting innocent families, widowing wives, and orphaning children?
“Sir?”
Someone tapped me lightly on the shoulder and I turned around to see a lady standing there
with a face mask.
“Is there a problem? I asked with my deep voice.”
She was caught off guard a little but she regained her composure almost immediately.
“I’m sorry to disturb but I would like you to help me move a patient. He has just been proclaimed
dead and we need to clear the bed space for that pregnant lady over there.
I followed her hand and she pointed to the heavily pregnant sitting in the corner breathing in
pain.
I looked around and saw another man who was bleeding profusely and had nothing but a gauze
wrapped around his neck to quell the bleeding.
“Don’t you think that man that is bleeding from his neck is a greater priority?”
The lady sighed and her eyes became sad.
“Believe me, I have been agitating for that man to be treated but the doctors have come to a
conclusion that the lady is more valuable.”
I looked at the lady with wide eyes.
“What are you trying to say? Are you choosing who lives and who does?”
The lady could sense my anger and she backed away slightly.
“I guess that you aren’t a doctor but I can tell you that none of us would like to play the Grim
Reaper. We have assessed his medical condition and there is nothing that we can do to save him.
We do not have the equipment to pull off an advanced neck surgery. None of us are happy with
the decision but we are working with what we have.”
While we continued to talk, the old man went into shock and other doctors crowded around him.
They began to administer CPR on him and after about five minutes of intensive chest
compressions, they stopped. A doctor gestured for a cloth to be brought and he was covered up
and carried away. He was dead and there was nothing that any of them could do.
“Sir? Sir?”
The lady called my attention again and I turned to look at her.
“Aren’t you going to help me clear the bed for the pregnant lady?”
I was about to reply when I heard a piercing scream.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”
It sounded like someone was being disemboweled.
The lady dashed from my side and ran to the pregnant lady and I was in so much confusion that I
ran after her.
“My water broke! My water broke! The baby is coming!”
The nurse tried her best to comfort her and glared at me and gestured with her head towards the
bed that I was supposed to clear.
I ran there and called the assistance of a few doctors and we took away the dead body and made
space for the pregnant lady.
“Deep breaths ma’am. Deep breaths. You are doing great.”
She walked with so much pain and was screaming at the top of her lungs.
I stood there confused; I had never seen a lady giving birth before.
The doctors available began to rush around, grabbing anesthesia and clothes.
They hoisted the lady onto the bed, made her lay on her back, and spread her legs apart.
“Okay ma’am, I’m going to need you to breathe and push. I want you to push every time you feel
a contraction.”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”
She screamed again and she would groan in pain, grimacing in agony as she pushed along with
the contractions.
I stepped back and allowed the professionals to handle it.
Beads of sweat dotted my forehead as I listened to the amount of pain that the lady was in, just
to give birth to a child.
“Push!!”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Someone spun around and turned to me.
“Get us a warm towel! Quickly!”
I was so confused that I froze for a minute and I soon dashed to find a warm towel.
I asked the other nurses that were attending to other patients and one of them was kind enough
to get me one and I took it and ran all the way back to the lady in labor.
The doctors placed the warm towel on her tummy to ease the pain and she continued to strain
with every push.
“The baby is crowning! You are doing great ma’am! Just keep pushing!”
I didn’t see the baby’s head rip through her vagina. I didn’t want to see it. Some things were
difficult to understand and one of them included the birthing process in women.
“A piercing cry soon filled the air.”
“Congratulations! It’s a girl!”
The lady smiled and she laid eyes on her child but immediately slumped.
The other nurses sprung into action and began to deliver oxygen to her while others rushed to
check her blood pressure.
“She fainted! We need to give her some space!”
“Here! Hold the child!”
One of the nurses placed the baby in my arms and shivers ran down my spine.
As they dashed to save the woman’s life, I was left holding a squirming child who wouldn’t stop
crying.
I was scared to hold her; she felt so light and it felt like I could crush her with my thumb if I wasn’t
careful.
Her eyes were closed and her skin was a light pink. I felt sorry that she had to be born in such a
time of destruction.
“She’s awake! She’s awake!”
I heard a gasp and the mother took in a deep breath of air.
She began to look around frantically.
“Where is my baby? Where’s my baby?”
I knew that was my cue and I stepped forward and placed the baby on her chest.
She cried tears of joy as she looked at her child.
Everyone was crowded around the child and I used the opportunity to slip out and catch a breath
of fresh air.
As I took off my face mask, I saw an old man walk up to me.
I squinted my eyes and peered closer.
“Alpha Roland?”
He raised his head and looked at me with white eyes. He seemed like he had been looking for me
for quite a while.
“Lorenzo, is that you?”