Chapter Six

CHAPTER SIX

*Where is my daughter?!*

"What?! How did that happen?" Mr Jordan's desperate voice boomed across the show glass of his well-polished office. His PA stood concerned by his side. His temples crinkled with alarm.

"Okay. I will be coming over immediately!"In a minute, He slammed the phone on the desk and ran out of the office without glancing back. The sleek black luxurious Benz was already waiting for him in the parking lot. The bodyguard dressed in a black suit held the door open for him as Mr Jordan rushed in. The pA was already on his tail and all he did was signal for him to wait for his commands as the tinted window of the car wound back up and the car zoomed out of the compound with urgency.

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Drake was pacing to and fro the waiting room in the hospital corridor, his hands raking through his dishevelled wind-blown hair, beads of sweat greased his temples.

How did this happen?

When he found her she was lying motionless behind the rock, downhill.

She must have tripped, fallen over and perhaps taken a hit because, by the time he got there, blood was oozing out from the left side of her face. He had cried out and carried her running to the main compound which was far off, as though his life depended on it. Abigail quickly phoned The chauffeur but he was not close so he quickly got a taxi to take them to the nearest hospital.

Waiting on the doctor, while she's been attended to, made his chest thud faster with every minute he waits. He feels like he's losing his mind. He didn't mean for this to happen even though... His thoughts were interrupted by the loud noises coming from the entrance. The voice he recognized so well.

Mr Thomas Jordan.

He had suggested that Janice be treated urgently and brought home before word got to Mr Jordan to avoid unnecessary drama and panic however, the hospital insisted that Mr Jordan be phoned right away since Drake is in no way related to Janice but a mere employee.

"Where is my daughter?!!!!!" He bellowed, his voice travelling across the floor of the hospital startling everyone. His eyes were bloodshot as he sighted Drake, he stood long strides toward his direction as if he would wring his neck off his shoulders but was interjected by the doctor rushing to him, with files in his hand.

"Mr Jordan?" He inquired as he propped his glass to see the files properly. He looked at the files and then at him again.

"Y-yes doctor!! Where's my daughter? Is she okay? How is she doing doctor? Tell me-!"

"You will need to be calm Mr Jordan. Everything is going to be fine."

"How can I be calm doctor?! When I have the foggiest idea of what happened to my daughter and how she's even feeling right now. And you expect me to be calm?!"

The doctor sighed then gently placed his hands on Mr Jordan's shoulders as if to reassure him with an awkward smile on his tired face.

"It's no big deal. I assure you, Mr Jordan, your daughter is in good shape. She just needs some rest and she will be fine"

"But what happened to her?" Jordan's brows rose inquisitively at the doctor then at Drake who was standing awkwardly in the opposite direction with his hands in his pockets.

"Why don't you come to my office so we could talk over this more...properly and comfortably." the doctor urged as he walked toward the direction of his office.

Mr Jordan did not leave until he gave a once-over look with suspicion and anger furrowed at his brows to the man hovering at his feet as he walked passed him almost brushing his stout arm.

Drake however returned a blank look.

The doctor paused and then cocked his head to the direction of where Drake stood.

And said, "He's welcome too". He resumed his journey to the office with Jordan on his tail.

Drake sighed.

"Screw this," he muttered underneath his breath as he walked toward the office.

The medium-sized office gave off the dull scent of some kind of disinfectant. files cluttered the desk. The doctor motioned for them to sit on the chair.

"May I offer you some coffee or water?"

Drake and Mr Jordan shook their heads simultaneously.

"So doctor, the reports??" Mr Jordan waved his hands frantically mid-air, his head arched forward with shoulders poised, desperately needing answers to the one question: *Where is my daughter?*

He's dying to see his little girl already. Heaven helps him because he'd give his eye teeth to secure her safety. He wouldn't forgive himself if anything had happened to his only daughter and child. He's at his wit ends here!

"Right I'll get to the point. I understand your patience is already giving way. um..." He cleared his throat a little louder than necessary while sorting the files on the desk in a rapid motion. This made the two gentlemen across the desk more troubled than ever but attempting to put on a relaxed face.

Drake is trying way harder than it needs to be. I mean, he's edgy like the man next to him but he's just good at bottling it all up inside of him and maintaining an aloof demeanour.

Anything could have happened!

Wait! He's getting way more emotional than necessary and it can't be helped.

Fuck! He's human after all why wouldn't he care?

A lopsided smile crossed his lips as he gave in to the truth. Let's face it, this got nothing to do with being human.

The gentle cough that escaped from the Doctor's throat intruded on his train of thoughts.

"So according to the report... " he paused a bit as he balanced his glasses properly again. "Miss Janice has a Grade 3 concussion". He declared staring hard at the men from the bridge of his glasses, especially Mr Jordan whose face was now pale with perturbation.

"To allay your fears, a grade 3 concussion is a minor one. However..."

Mr Jordan's brows furrowed in desperation as he prodded the doctor to continue.

He cleared his throat again. Drake could almost feel his eyes bulging out of his head in exhaustion. What's with doctors and clearing their throats right before they get to the bloody point! Perhaps they should get some meds or something. He could care less in this situation. He's more concerned about Janice's medical report. He sank his hands into his pockets to hide his sweaty palm.

"However... A grade 3 concussion can have very serious side effects. But do not worry like I said your daughter is in good shape. She just needs to take her medications and proper rest. But I would like to clarify a few things..."

The doctor stood up and walked over to the file box and retrieved a file then returned to his seat. Cleared his throat before he broke the tensed silence that enveloped the office room.

"Did Janice experience a similar medical condition perhaps when she was younger?" He inquired with his gaze fixed on Mr Jordan.

"Now that you mentioned it... Y-yes if my memory serves me right, I think it happened when she was barely fifteen. At that time, she was hanging out with her best friend on the beach and I think she slipped or something and bashed her head on a rock or... I don't exactly remember but she was diagnosed with a mild concussion. The doctor said it was nothing serious. Why?"

"The left side of her head perhaps?"

"Like I said, I don't exactly remember. Why?"

"Well, it appears she took the hit on the same spot twice." The doctor announced as he stared at the file.

"And to the next question... He placed the file gently on the table and removed his glasses letting them hang around his neck. His countenance became suddenly stern.

"I want you to understand, Mr Jordan, that this question is very very crucial. I ran a few tests on your daughter and it turns out that.... "

"That?" At this point, Mr Jordan's heart was in his throat because his words came out weakly.

"Before I continue, is it okay for your employee to be present?" He inquired looking at Drake dubiously.

Mr Jordan heaved a sigh in exhaustion and desperation before he said, rather brashly, " At this Point doctor, I've lost all the patience a sane man could possibly muster! How about you come off it already and save the fragile sanity I have left?!" His breathing was rash, his the white of his eyes turned pink with agitation.

"M-my sincere apologies Mr Jordan!" The doctor said profusely, sweat already forming around his flat nose.

In a swift moment, he reached for his handkerchief in the pockets of his trousers and dabbed at his nose rather awkwardly. He cleared his throat nervously trying to form the right words before he continued

"Well, Ummm...the reports found drugs in the system of your daughter." He said with every ounce of strength he had left in him. Although their reaction should be expected but the look on their faces indicated they were shocked beyond stupor to even speak. The two were just gawking at him. Mr Jordan jerked his head to look at Drake but was even more stunned to see Drake gaping at the doctor's words.

Janice on drugs? It can't be!