Will stood still, he was terrified. He couldn't think.
The only thing he could whisper as tears gushed from his eyes as in a raging river that mingled with the blood flowing out of him from the wound on his head was:
- It's all my fault! it's my fault-
In the meantime he hugged the body of his beloved, he tried to figure out what to do.
He looked around for support, but he was alone, completely alone. There wasn't a living soul in that parking lot that evening.
- Help! Help! Somebody help me! For heaven's sake ... Nat, please hold on! My looooooove! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp!
The blow the doctor had taken to the head had been strong, he felt faint. His forces are slowly abandoning him, but he could not give up, not before taking Nat to his colleagues and feeling that she would be fine, that she would recover.
Yes, that's how she would go.
He didn't care about himself but he had to save his beloved, his woman.
Maybe it was right what was happening to him, he had been looking for it.
He could have avoided taking the undercover job proposed to him by Agent Lee and his brother, but Nat no!
She had nothing to do with it. He had always left her in the dark about everything, just to prevent something from happening to her.
Collected the last strength of her, he leaned Natalie on her back, put her arm around her neck and began to drag her towards the hospital door.