Chapter 173

Suicide

“A car accident!?” Derek yelled while rushing out of the door and looking for a cab.

“We don't have any fucken car! What the hell happened!?” Derek yelled at the nurse.

“I'm sorry, I'm not at liberty to say. The doctors will explain it..” Derek hung up on her. He had no time for useless babbling, only for a goddamn cab. Every second in the traffic was torture, and when he finally arrived, it was too late.

The surgeon and a police officer explained to him that Carl had been run over by a drunk driver. The culprit had run off and the police was still looking for him.

A bystander had immediately called 911, but because of the traffic jam caused by the accident, it took hours for the ambulance to arrive. So when Carl arrived at the hospital he was already in critical conditions. He had multiple fractures, ruptured spleen and internal bleeding, requiring immediately surgery. Derek had been called to while Carl was just entering the OR.

They had done their best to save him, but Carl