Jim was startled at the edge of a dream by a sudden touch. His instinct was quicker than his consciousness, and his hands shot out like lightning, tightly grabbing the intruder's neck who had disturbed his peace. The person let out a panicked cry, shattering the dim tranquility of the clinic. "It's me, Jim, you son of a..." Douglas's voice trembled with fear, as if enduring the oppression from the hand of death.
Gradually, Jim's consciousness awoke from the fog of the dream, realizing he was holding Douglas. He slowly released his grip, rubbing his still half-open eyes, and uttered a low, discontented threat, "Don't touch me while I'm asleep." His voice conveyed an undeniable indifference, making it clear that even in his dreams, this mercenary, baptized by war, remained vigilant and dangerous.
Douglas rubbed the possible marks on his neck and had a look of someone who had just narrowly escaped danger. He shivered and straightened his body, taking a deep breath to calm his emotions. He knew that safety always came first in the eyes of these mercenaries, even in their most vulnerable moments. Jim's reaction, though terrifying, reminded him once again that even in what seemed like a safe environment, these battle-hardened mercenaries maintained their instinctive responses and combat readiness.
Jim impatiently rubbed his newly awakened eyes, his voice hoarse with the morning, "What's wrong? Has Leo been treated already?" His direct and urgent question showed his extreme concern for Leo's condition.
Douglas carefully massaged his neck, which had just been mercilessly grabbed by Jim, as if he was still trying to find some comfort from the terrifying grip. His voice carried a hint of exhaustion, "Leo's surgery is over, and the bullet has been removed from his body. There's nothing major at the moment, but he needs more time to rest, at least a week or so." Douglas's words not only relieved Jim slightly, but also woke Sarah and Emily from their slumber.
Sarah rubbed her eyes, looking somewhat reluctant to leave her dream, while Emily immediately asked anxiously, "How is Leo now? Can we go see him?" Her voice was filled with concern and unease.
Jim stood up, stretched, and a rare softness appeared on his face. "At least there's good news, he's safe," he said, nodding towards Douglas in gratitude before turning to Sarah and Emily. "Let's go see Leo."
The footsteps of the four echoed in the dimly lit hospital corridor, with the light from the corridor windows illuminating their path to Leo's ward. For this group of mercenaries who had experienced countless life and death situations in war and shadow, this moment of peace and reunion undoubtedly provided a rare warmth in their long battle careers.
When the four entered the ward, they were greeted by a quiet and fragile scene. Leo lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by cold medical instruments. Various tubes and IV drips intertwined with his body, sustaining the fragile flame of his life. His chest gently rose and fell with each weak breath, displaying the resilience of life.
Douglas stood by the bed, his eyes filled with complex emotions. As he checked Leo's vital signs, he sighed, "This guy is really reckless. His body hasn't fully recovered, yet he managed to leave the hospital bed with sheer willpower and even beat boss Baobao like that..." His voice gradually lowered, not continuing, seemingly feeling both amazed and helpless at Leo's wild behavior.
Sarah, Jim, and Emily stood on the other side of the room, their eyes filled with awe and wonder. For them, who had always been close to death, Leo's extraordinary willpower and courage undoubtedly represented the ultimate interpretation of vitality. They silently gazed at Leo, secretly marveling at the kind of experience that could shape such determination and madness.
At this moment, the air in the ward seemed to become heavier. The four of them surrounded Leo's bed, and even without words, their emotions and concern for Leo were deeper than any spoken language. Leo, the fearless warrior who advanced on the battlefield, showed extraordinary courage even in the hospital bed. This spirit would undoubtedly become the strongest bond between them.
Sarah, Jim, and Emily slowly walked to Leo's bedside, their eyes revealing complex emotions. This person who had just entered their lives had already shown incredible courage and determination. In the quiet hospital room, the three of them surrounded Leo, and the air was filled with a heavy yet affectionate atmosphere.
Jim stood closest, gazing at Leo's calm and pale face, feeling an indescribable emotion welling up inside him. Suddenly, he spoke, his voice slightly trembling but filled with determination: "Bastard... wake up soon, let's go execute the mission!" Jim's words carried a subtle, almost imperceptible sense of apology, his jaw clenched as if expressing regret to Leo. He understood in his heart that if they hadn't been unable to control boss Baobao at the first moment, Leo might not have fallen into such danger, nor suffered such serious injuries due to the subsequent events.
Sarah and Emily stood next to Jim, feeling the same way as him as they looked at Leo, their hearts filled with complex emotions. They knew that Leo's determination and courage had deeply influenced them, strengthening their resolve and sense of responsibility as mercenaries. In that moment, the three of them silently vowed to be more careful, to prevent similar incidents from happening again, and to protect each other as they faced every future battle together.
Though the atmosphere in the hospital room was heavy, it was also filled with unspoken promises and expectations. The three of them stood quietly, filled with anticipation for the moment when Leo would wake up, hoping that he would be able to stand up again and move forward shoulder to shoulder with them, facing all the challenges and difficulties that lay ahead.
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