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Ben's contact was the first number Drake noticed on Delia's phone as he sped along the by-pass, avoiding the long, hectic traffic. It seems she had wanted to call him before her attack.

 Drake kept adjusting his darted gaze from the road, back to Delia who laid lifeless at the back seat and at the phone in his hands.

"Hung in there, Love" He cried. He was breathing hard and his brow bathed with sweat– He instinctively dialed Ben's line. With just a few rings, Ben's voice echoed from the receiver's end.

"Your mother had been shot, Ben and had rushed her to the hospital – Ryne hospital " He announced; the line suddenly dropped afterwards.

Soon, he pulled over in front of the hospital, Drake hastened down from his end and rushed to Delia. He immediately scooped her in his arms and raced off into the hospital.

" Fight on, Delia, please..." His trembling voice stammered while he shuffled through the corridors.

"Help us, please – She's