Hell was lying down in the yard of the mansion, with his head and back supported by Zelinsky's strong arms.
"D-don't worry... I'm al--right, Zelinsky." Hell said with short breaks in the breaths.
"Shh--- don't dare to open your mouth. The bullet went straight into your chest and you are saying you are alright?", Zelinsky scolded Hell.
The ambulance arrived within five minutes. Hell was a very important person... a devoted officer and a true friend.
They made quick actions as they didn't want any kind of delay. The ambulance ran speedily on the way to City Care Hospital. Hell was hospitalized as fast as possible.
The doctors operated upon him, immidiately. Zelinsky and Volhard were waiting outside the operation theatre. A.C.P. Cannizaro arrived at the hospital.
Hell is my true friend. For me, he can even die with a smiling face... oh, Hell! I salute to your devotion!...thought Zelinsky.
The doctors came out.
"Hell is serious. He has lost too much of blood. We have removed the bullet which got stuck in the rib cage. We are happy that it didn't touch the heart. We are sure he won't die. But he is still in a serious condition."
"Thank you, doctor." said Zelinsky.
"It's okay," replied the doctor, "It's our duty to save the patients."
The doctors left. Hell was transferred to another room. It was a special room.
The team was standing outside the room.
"Only one person at at time. Avoid the room to get crowdy.", said the falt nosed nurse.
Zelinsky went inside first. He sat besides Hell. He gazed at Hell's right hand. There was a transparent wire attatched to his vein on the back side of his palm. The wire went up, into the bottle of blood. The transparent wire had become completely red with the blood which flowed down the bottle and into the vein. Hell lied on the bed motionless, still. Zelinsky's eyes grew watery. He felt the limp in his throat. Hell's condition was critical since he had lost too much of blood.
Zelinsky wiped off his tears and stood up to leave. He felt Hell's left hand holding the corner of his long Kurti style top.
There was no strength in Hell's hand. It felt as if a small one and a half year old child was holding it.
Hell still laid there, unconsiously. Zelinsky turned around, bent a little and freed the top from Hell's strengthless fingers.
Zelinsky left the room. He came out of the door with his head bent down to hide his eyes which grew watery again and again inspite of all the tries to hold the water back.
Volhard went into the room, and after her went A.C.P. Cannizaro. Hell didn't open his eyes for any one of them.
As they were about to leave, the forensic doctors, Dr. Rosenmund and Dr. Ozonolysis arrived.
"Oh, Miss Rose and Dr. Ozonolysis!" said Volhard.
"Yes, we heard about Hell being serious... so we came here to see him.", replied Miss Rose (nickname of Rosenmund as mentioned in the previous chapters).
Ozonolysis went inside the room. He saw Hell's body lying on the bed. He saw a white bandage with the red stain on his chest, the blood flowing drop by drop from the bottle, down the wire and into Hell's back side of the palm. The bandaged chest was moving up and down as Hell breathed through the ventilator.
At last he saw Hell's closed eyes and left.
Then Rose enetered. She went near the bed and sat on the stool kept besides it. She looked at Hell and tears rolled down from her eyes, all the way through her cheeks, passing by her soft pink lips, down the chin and finally falling down on the palm of Hell's left hand. The fallen tear brought consciousness to Hell. Hell's eyes opened very slowly. He saw the things vaguely. He blinked twice and thrice, and cleared the vision. He saw Rose sitting besides him. He had no strength to open his mouth. He could just see his charming lady besides him. Rose felt happy as she saw Hell opening his eyes. She was the lucky one who could see Hell with opened eyes. When everyone met Hell in the hopital, he was lying unconsciously. Hell was still sleepy and he couldn't stay awake for long. But before going back to sleep, he summoned some strength and moved his hand a little forward and held Rose's hand. Rose tightened the grip of her hand and held Hell's hand tightly.
"Get well soon, Hell" said Rose and Hell dozed off to sleep.
Hell felt sleepy because of the effects of the sedetives and the other medicines which were given to him through the injections.
Rose wiped off the tears and left unwillingly because it was the time for the flat nosed nurse to give him one last injection of the day on his hand.
Rose was a fairy for Hell. She was the queen of Hell's heart, knowingly or unknowingly.