LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 20: He Had Saved Her
The mangled wreckage of Noelle's car lay like a twisted metal carcass at the bottom of the ravine. Flynn, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, scrambled down the steep embankment, his eyes fixed on the crumpled vehicle.
He was glad that he had attached the tracking device on Noelle's car. It had sent an alarm to him and he had seen from the movement of the car that she was in trouble. He had arrived after the crash, too late to save her from whatever had caused the crash but he prayed fervently that he was not too late to save her again.
He reached the car, his breath catching in his throat. Noelle was trapped inside, her body slumped against the steering wheel, her face pale and bloodied. He wasted no time. With a surge of adrenaline-fueled strength, he wrenched open the driver's side door, the twisted metal groaning in protest.
He carefully extracted Noelle from the wreckage, his hands trembling as he cradled her limp body in his arms. He checked her pulse, his breath catching in his throat. Thankfully, while it was weak, it was there.
"Tolu!" he shouted, his voice laced with urgency. "Get the car!"
Tolu, his loyal friend and confidante, appeared instantly, his eyes wide with concern. He had followed Flynn, sensing the urgency in his movements. He quickly retrieved the car, pulling it as close to the ravine as possible.
Flynn gently placed Noelle in the backseat, cradling her head in his lap. "Drive!" he commanded, his voice sharp and decisive. "To the clinic. Right now!"
Tolu floored the accelerator, the car speeding away, leaving the wreckage behind. Flynn's heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of fear and determination. He could not lose her. He wouldn't lose her.
He checked Noelle's pulse again, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her wrist. It was still weak, but steady. He gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead, his eyes filled with a desperate tenderness.
"Hang on, Noelle," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "We are almost there, you are going to be fine."
The clinic, a small, discreet facility tucked away in a quiet neighborhood, was a haven of calm amidst the chaos. Flynn had established it as a sanctuary, a place where he could practice his medical skills without the constraints of a traditional hospital.
Tolu screeched to a halt outside the clinic, the tires protesting against the sudden stop. Flynn leaped out of the car, lifting Noelle's limp body into his arms. He rushed through the entrance, his voice echoing through the empty corridors.
"Get Dr. Rajesh!" he shouted, his voice laced with urgency. "We need help! Now!"
Dr. Rajesh, a skilled surgeon and Flynn's trusted colleague, appeared almost instantly, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. "What happened?" he asked, his voice sharp and professional.
"Car accident," Flynn said, his voice clipped. "Multiple injuries. We need to stabilize her immediately."
They rushed Noelle into the operating room, the sterile environment a stark contrast to the chaos of the crash site. Flynn and Dr. Rajesh worked seamlessly, their movements precise and efficient. They assessed Noelle's injuries, their expressions grim.
She had suffered a concussion, several broken ribs, and a fractured arm. Her breathing was shallow, her pulse weak. They worked quickly to stabilize her, administering fluids and medication, monitoring her vital signs.
Flynn's medical training kicked in, his mind focused on the task at hand. He pushed aside the fear, the worry, the overwhelming sense of dread. He knew that in order to save her he would have to push sentimen aside and do his best work.
Hours passed, the sterile environment filled with the rhythmic beeping of monitors and the quiet hum of medical equipment. Flynn and Dr. Rajesh worked tirelessly, their movements a well-rehearsed dance of skill and precision.
Finally, as the golden rays of the setting sun peeked through the window, they were done. Noelle's breathing was steady, her pulse strong. She was stable.
Flynn stepped back, his body aching with exhaustion, his mind still reeling from the events of the past few hours. He looked at Noelle, her face pale but peaceful, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. She was weak, but alive and recovering. She would live.
A wave of relief washed over him, so intense that it almost brought him to his knees. He had saved her.
Dr. Rajesh placed a hand on his shoulder, his eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and concern.
"She is going to be alright, Flynn," he said, his voice reassuring. "You did well."
Flynn nodded, his throat tight with emotion. He could not speak. He could not even think. He was just grateful that she was alive. He had gotten so close to losing her and it had felt like his heart had caved in but he had won, for now.
He stayed by Noelle's side, his eyes fixed on her peaceful face. Even though he was extremely exhausted, he would not leave her side. He would protect her from any harm. He would make sure that she was safe. He would find out what had caused that accident and they would pay.
It burned him to think that it had happened and she had just been left there to die. If he had not been there, surely she would have…
Flynn shook the fear and the disturbing image off, refusing to think of negatives. All that was important was that he had gotten there in time to save her life.