A young doctor arrived and set up an IV quickly. As the cold fluid entered her veins, Mila felt a faint clarity returning. She looked at the young man, who was checking her vitals.
It surprised her to see a skilled doctor in a place like this.
"You?" Her voice was weak.
The man looked at her. "Hello, I am Remy, a doctor."
"A doctor?"
He smiled at her raised eyebrows. "Don't worry. I'm professional," he explained, thinking she might be doubting his skills. "I know my job."
"The way you put the line, I can tell you are skilled," she replied. "But I didn't expect to find a doctor here. Why are you with people like them?"
Remy paused.
"Dominic is cruel. And you serve him? Why? You could have served a hospital, saved lives. But instead, you are with a mafia gang, where killing is normal."
Remy didn't respond immediately. He gathered his things slowly and closed his bag.
