Let's Play Your Games, Dr. Hudson

When she saw the Hayes Group of Hospitals, she clenched her fist. Her heart felt like it was pounding as she remembered the past. How many nights does she cry while sleeping and waking up every time she recalls the reason for her child's death? She should have been the little angel who was now smiling at her.

As they exited the car, she quickly erased that from her mind. Kianna Trunt is her name, and former Abhaya Kienne Sahada is no longer with us.

Hudson took the lead, with her close behind. She looked around and read every human movement; she didn't notice anything unusual, but everyone who passed by was staring at them. She was, in fact, wearing sunglasses. She wanted to laugh but didn't want to look like a lost model that day, so she followed Hudson's lead.

She spotted Jackylyn in the lobby, dressed formally and holding a folder in one hand. It gave her a go signal by waving at her. She simply nodded, and they proceeded to the man's elevator. She would not want to enter this hospital if she were to be questioned. There were many bad memories left here, and she admits that she is still hurt by what happened to this day.

"As my bodyguard, I'd like to clarify something with you."

"Shoot!" she uttered as the elevator open for them.

Hudson paused for a moment, taken aback by her response. "Are you certain you'd be able to handle this job? You're frail and—" he cast a brief glance at her, "a woman. "

She couldn't help laughing. She didn't respond, but quickly moved her fist to Hudson's face, which he also avoided as if he expected her to hit him. But she wasn't finished yet, and because they were the only two in the elevator and there was plenty of space, she immediately hooked her hand on his and her other hands hit the man's face. As before, the young doctor was able to make ends meet with only one hand.

She was attacking him while the elevator is going to 47th floor, while Hudson did nothing but dodge his punch. Hudson used one hand while she used her hand and elbow. She believes she was vastly underappreciated! She moved faster and faster until her fist shattered the glass wall.

She quickly turned around behind Hudson and nudge his neck with her elbow, but he resisted once more. Hudson was caught off guard when one of her knees caught him and struck the man's thigh. She grinned as it bent to its knees. She attacked again, intending to give it a strong kick in the face, but Hudson unexpectedly pulled her foot away.

She fell and was only saved by the floor. It spilled out even after her sunglasses were removed. Hudson grins as if to show her defeat, but she quickly clasps a leg around its neck and turns to ride it on his neck using an unusual technique.

Hudson was lying down on the floor, but she didn't seem to mind. As she rode him in front, she smiled at the feeling of victory. She was unaware of how awkward their situation was.

"Now tell me, Doc Hayes, I'm still just 'a woman?’" she snarled.

But she wasn't expecting the sudden movement of their bodies, and she had no idea how Hudson managed it because she was certain she was tightly gripping Hudson's neck. She exclaimed when she realized the two of them were in a bad position.

She was now trapped on both sides because she was under him and the young doctor was on top of her. Their hands clasped, and the weight of him was one of the factors that brought her to a halt. Bullshit! It increased the pressure on her, preventing her from moving.

It gave her a soul-stirring gaze, "Tell you what, Ms. Trunt? I win." There is no emotion.

They were on the 27th floor when the elevator doors opened exactly on time. She had probably taken the elevator for the longest time in her life. As if nothing had happened, the man stood up, picked up his attaché case, and walked out first.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment to cool down before picking up the broken sunglasses. It was only then that she realized one of her hands was covered in wounds and was bleeding profusely. She quickly went out and followed the Doctor before her memory betrayed her.

She is grateful, and she no longer cares about him. She is filled with hatred and disgust, and one day she will retaliate in a way that will cause him even more pain. She promised his parents that she would protect him, and she will do so for the time being.

All she has to do now is figure out who wants to kill Hudson as soon as possible so she can break free from the man's grip. When she sees his emotionless eyes, it's as if she's dragged back in time, and it hurts her heart even more.

She sat on the couch, bored. She was also unconcerned about the bleeding hand. She has been numb for a long time, but she still hurts when she recalls the past, which she has long forgotten. That wouldn't be a problem, she said with a shake of her head. The agony she felt was the reason she became like this, brave, and able to stand in front of Hudson as if nothing had happened. She became friends with the pain that had always enslaved her over time.

Hudson stood up and approached her, dark-faced, quickly taking her hand. She raised an eyebrow. It was only then that she noticed he was carrying a medicine kit.

She quickly withdrew her hand, "Thanks, but no thanks."

"I'm the doctor here."

"Doctor Hayes, this is my life. I don't care if you're the local doctor; I know how to look after myself. See? There were no wounds on my body that never healed during my assignment. Doctor Hayes, pain keeps me alive," she said solemnly as she stood up. She dashed down the hall to the restroom to clean the wound herself.