Just when all those thoughts were running through my mind, I didn’t realize that the man standing close to me had raised his hand.
"I’m a doctor," Hayden stated as he raised his hand.
What?!
"What are you doing? This isn’t some joke! Someone really needs help," I hissed at him in shock as I tried to pull his raised arm down to his side.
What kind of bullshit is Hayden spouting now? Hayden...a doctor? Impossible. Hayden is a mafia gang leader.
"I’m offering help. Can’t you see?" Hayden replied bluntly.
"No...but you’re not..." I said, in shock and confusion.
"I’m a doctor," Hayden stated firmly.
"You’re a...doctor?" I repeated in disbelief.
"...What’s with the face?" Hayden asked mockingly.
"You’re kidding right?" I said, still unable to believe him.
"You’re a doctor, Sir?" a young man who was a member of the staff came running up to Hayden.
From the worried look on his face, I feared that the incident was an emergency. Hopefully, no one got badly hurt. Suddenly, I felt a little scared.
Hayden grabbed my hand and held it tightly before he presented his doctor license to the staff with his other hand. My eyes grew wide when I saw that he had a license. I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that Hayden was a doctor. A bad doctor...my mind whispered...
"Is that fake?" I asked, suspiciously.
It’s fake, right? Like you know, those fake IDs and passports. That license is also fake...right?
I breathed a sigh of relief and realized that Hayden did the same thing. Soon after the girl relaxed, and her condition seemed to have stabilized. Hayden let her lay down to rest before patting her head comfortingly.
"Will she be ok?" I whispered as Hayden came to stand by my side.
We both had our eyes on the girl who seemed to have fallen asleep. She must have been scared and exhausted.
"Yes. You don’t have to worry," Hayden replied as he put an arm around my shoulders.
Soon after the girl’s parents arrived, and Hayden summarized for them their daughter’s condition. Hayden told the worried parents that the girl probably just had one of her usual asthma attacks and that he had given her medicine. Then he suggested that they should take their daughter for a checkup at the hospital just in case.
"Thank you so much for helping our daughter," the girl’s mother said with tears in her eyes.
"It’s not a problem. It was a good thing that she was carrying her breather with her," Hayden replied kindly.
...
"I still can’t believe that you’re actually a doctor. I mean, the heir of the mafia gang is a doctor...?" I said incredulously as we stood side by side outside.
"There are plenty of merits of being a doctor in the mafia. For example, I could dissect you and sell your body parts," Hayden stated proudly.
"Are you serious?" I asked, not sure whether I should believe him or not.
"Are you referring to the doctor part or the selling your organs part?" Hayden asked, teasingly.
"I don’t know..." I replied honestly. I felt so confused that I didn’t know what to believe or think anymore.
"Let’s leave it at that. Where should we go next?" Hayden said, suddenly changing the topic.
That was that. After that Hayden dragged me to a couple of rides with him. He thoroughly enjoyed himself and I guess that I enjoyed seeing Hayden enjoy himself.
--To be continued...