Page 6 of Trapped with the Undercover Prince

The paramedics, with support from himself and the woman’s husband, moved her away and set her down on the stretcher.

She passed out.

Anna and the paramedics were all over her, reassessing.

“Internal bleeding,” Anna reported to no one in particular. “Her blood pressure is going down. We need to move, move, move.”

No translation was needed this time, either.

The paramedics picked up the ends of the stretcher while Anna ran next to them with her hand on the woman’s wrist, monitoring her pulse.

Dupois looked at Zar, then angled his head toward the door. “You might want to go with her, smooth the way.”

Zar wanted to do just that, but he also needed to help the people on this train and investigate the incident.

“I will ensure that you’re kept up to date on the investigation,” Dupois promised.

“Sir,” Marc said. “The scene isn’t secure.”

The younger man’s face was devoid of color, and he had blood smeared across one sleeve of his suit jacket. His wide eyes told Zar all of this had shocked him. Badly.

It was the reaction every terrorist hoped for, and Marc wouldn’t be the only one in shock. Damn it, the attention on this event would be international, so he needed to stay out of sight of the press and any hostiles who might be watching.

“Let’s assist the doctor,” he said and led the way out of the train car. They were able to catch up to Dr. Anna just as she reached the ambulance.

“We’ll meet you at the hospital,” Zar said.

“I’d like to go into the operating room with her,” Anna said.

“I’ll check into it on the way.” Given the reaction of the hospital’s chief of staff to her participation thus far, he didn’t think it would be a problem.

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