Chapter 90

"Why won't he wake?" Martha raised her hands in the air and cried to the doctor. "It's just a shoulder wound… he has been through worse and walked right through so why the fuck is he laying still and reading low on life support?"

"Calm down Miss," the doctor bobbed his hands in front of him as he gestured for her to stabilize her nerves. "We took the bullet out and shot him with serious antibiotics that managed to stabilize him as we try to find the antidote for the poison," he glanced at John.

"What do you mean by poison?" Terror overtook her face. She hugged herself and fluttered her lashes, fighting the urge to cry.

"Yes, the bullet was laced with a strong poison… nothing like like we have seen around here. We are still studying it while keeping him liberated and slowing down his heartbeat so the poison doesn't spread to the rest of his body," he pressed his lips together.

"You have to do everything you can to keep him alive. If he dies, you all go to jail because I brought him her