While I am thinking about her argument, she adds “I really need your help, please.”  She looks into my eyes again.  Those green eyes again… Strangely, I nod once again.  Maybe she knows how to hypnotize people.

“Thank you.” 

We made sure that nobody is watching us before sneaking upstairs to my flat.  After I opened the main door, she quickly sweeps my flat as if someone could be hiding in here.

“Happy now?”  I ask.

She doesn’t reply and pulls a bottle of vodka from my wine cupboard and shut herself in the bathroom.  I can hear her swearing inside.   No… ‘Don’t interfere’ I told myself.

 But the doctor in me won, so I open the bathroom door to see her pouring the alcohol over her shoulder half naked.  Damn, I look away immediately.  I have seen hundreds, even thousands of naked people, why do I feel embarrassed suddenly. 

“You should stay out.  It’s not a pretty sight.”  She says hiding the pain.

“It’s ok, I am a doctor.”  I walk over to her and examine the wound.

“Really?  I am in luck then.”  She jokes.

“Be serious, this is a gun shot wound.  We have to go to the hospital” I say professionally.

“No hospital. I had worst, please.” She looks at me again with those puppy dog eyes. 

“I don’t have the equipments.” 

“Here, this knife will do.”  She pulls out a Swiss army knife. 

“You’ve lost a lot of blood, if I cut you it maybe too much for your body to take.”

“I will take my chances.” 

“I am jeopardising my career here.”

“I promise you that I won’t die here. Ok.”  She gives me a wide grin and nudged my chin playfully.   Is that flirting? 

“This is not a laughing matter.”  My heart rate is shooting up, I try hard to ignore her flirtatious smile.

“You live here by yourself?  There is only 1 toothbrush.”  She pointed to the sink.

Such a little thing can sell you out!

“Yes, I work a 100 hours a week and don’t have any social life.  Are you happy now?  Can we get on with your wound so you can leave asap?”  I sound annoyed.