#Chapter 22 Bloody Mishaps

Olivia’s POV

I practically sprint all the way to the hospital, rushing upstairs to his floor where I round the corner, pressing to the glass of his room only to see it empty now. My stomach knots so tight that I feel ill at the empty bed in his room, the entire place sparkling clean and folded nicely as if waiting for another patient.

I grab a passing nurse; her eyes widen at my exterior identity. “The guy in this room, where did he go? Where is Reese?”

She peers over my shoulder, into the baren room. “He was moved to another floor. His status went critical and he needed a higher level of care then what we provide on this floor.”

“What floor is he on—what happened to him?”

“Hey,” Eugene calls out, catching up to me at last. I let the nurse scurry away while Eugene buttons down his white physician coat. “It’s okay, Olivia, he’s been moved to an operation room so we can monitor his blood levels.”

I feel my hands shaking at my sides without any intent to stop. “He’s—he will be okay—right