Sirens wailed outside as the fire brigade and ambulance arrived. Firefighters stormed the hallway, suppressing the flames, while paramedics rushed in with a stretcher.
Amid the chaos, I watched them lift Derek onto the gurney. His face was twisted in agony, a mask of pure suffering. I felt nothing but cold amusement.
A debt from a past life, repaid in this one.
Hadn't he wanted to wait for his "department beauty" to save him?
Well, he got exactly what he wished for.
Derek Finch's wails echoed through the hospital corridor. I laughed.
In my past life, I'd be lying in the bed next to him right now, mummified in bandages, foolish enough to expect his gratitude—waiting for a "thank you" that would never come.
Not this time. I stood outside the emergency room, completely unscathed.
The girl who "saved" him had a death grip on a nurse's arm, her voice sharp enough to shatter glass.
"Hey! Don't walk away! That guy hasn't paid me yet! Two million! He said he'd give me two million!"
The nurse looked ready to snap. "Miss, the patient is severely burned and unconscious. He needs immediate trauma care. Get out of the way!"