Nikita

From the footage Nikita was watching, the woman was still in the hospital when he demanded the lockdown protocols be initiated. She looked surprised and in shock with the protocol, like she wasn't expecting it at all.

This only meant that the parts she had rushed to remove were critical and would possibly point them in the direction of the source. She was willing to risk her life for just a trachea, specifically, Liam's.

It was pathetic for anyone who was watching, but for Nikita, this was evidence. At least now, he knew what he was expecting from the victims if the virus was really about to spread in his workplace.

He repeatedly went through the footage, trying to figure out her every move, and he was blank thirty minutes later. He didn't know what to do, and he couldn't figure out where she went or how she managed to escape the pathology room.

She was definitely a professional in whatever she did.

If Nikita were ever asked to talk about life in one sentence, he would say that life was a curse in every sense. For the few years he had been alive, he had never been forced into a corner like the past few days. And to think it all started with a one-night stand. 

Was this the universe's twisted way of finishing his family? He was at the center of every misfortune.

The hospital was still in chaos, and Nikita felt all sorts of emotions. His emotional turmoil almost led him to break his phone. He wanted answers, and his desperation was carving him from all ends.

There was something he needed to do, and the only thing was that he didn't really have a clear idea of what it was supposed to be.

He wanted to run away, and he wanted to disappear.

He wanted to go far away from here and all this trouble, but he couldn't. There was no way out for him this time.

He was stuck between his oath and his emotions, between saving lives or saving his life, between finding out the truth and making a run for the exit doors. He was confused about everything, and he did not like it.

Nikita had forgotten that he hadn't slept enough for four days in his dėsɨrė to find a solution. He had forgotten to take care of himself in the chaos that surrounded him.

He had forgotten that to have a life, and he also needed to be healthy, that he needed to be safe. That he needed to take care of himself.

He was here, trying to find a way out for the people he loved working with.

He was putting everyone before himself as usual, but there was only so much his body could take; there was only so much fight he had it in him to fight his exhaustion. He may have been a super doctor, but he would always be a human at the end of the day.

He would always be Nikita Pavlenko, the boy with family and abandonment issues, the boy with trust issues, the boy who had lost so much in a year than anyone could ever lose.

He was always going to be Nikita Pavlenko, the super surgeon, but this time, he was Nikita, the boy who would be ruined if he didn't take care of himself.

Nikita was a goner by the time they showed up again with the CDC officers and Qiao. His exhaustion had won, and he was sleeping, right there, in the pathology waiting room.

Liza couldn't do shit about it because this man right here had raised the alarm, and he had been trying his best to cope with his family issues.

He was a lost soul.

"Here, cover him with this," Qiao said as he looked at his friend.

One day, this oath would kill him, and Nikita had to be careful with the way things were. If he couldn't take care of himself, then his friends would have to do that, and they were stricter than the hospital that doesn't put him on forced leave.

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The hospital was still in chaos, and even through that, Nikita was still sleeping; however, his sleep was cut short by a louder commotion in the hospital. That was the place where the intensive care unit was, so why would there be a commotion from the east side?

If anything, those patients were too weak and were not out of danger yet. Just a little scare, and the hospital would be forced to conduct a mass burial.

The state of that wing was a daylight horror, and there was nothing they could do but hope and prayed to God to heal their patients. There was only so much the doctors could do anyway. From what he could decipher, it all came from the east wing.

Nikita had almost forgotten about the deadly virus threat that they were experiencing. His body had failed him just when he was about to find out what was going on.

He had been looking for Natalya's supposed daughter because she had the trachea and left lung of his target. He needed to get to her before she killed one of the guards in the name of getting out and about from the hospital.

He wanted to stop her before she caused a commotion in the hospital. The hospital was already in chaos, and all Nikita could hope for was that the CDC would respond faster than they usually did. How long was he out for? Why did it feel like everything was going in the wrong direction?

He had slept for an hour, and so much had happened in that hour. First, he had Qiao Xi's jacket on him. His brother had finally come. He was, however, ashamed that instead of being functional, he had slept in the room.

He was surrounded by CDC liners, or rather the markings that made it easier for people to stay away. Not one to remain locked up in the situation, Nikita tore through the tapes and got out of the pathology room; of course, he had to hack through the locks on the door.

Finally, his hacking skills were proving useful.. However, when he got out and to the reception area, he got the shock of his life.