Cyrus General Hospital Mga Nobela at Kwento

Cyrus is fencing his son so that he will not do anything to harm him. “Uncle, I’m sorry!” Trisha could not stand up from her seat because her knees were shaking. She was afraid of what Cyril was doing to himself and his fist bled. Cyrus let out a violent sigh when he saw someone lying on the floor. That was the first thing he approached and checked his wrist. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found out he was still breathing and seemed to be waking up. “Jomar, take the lady to her room first.”

“ I took a sharp breath, trying to still the waves of pain sweeping through my abdomen. “It's okay, Suzy. Let me take care of it,“ Lanky hands wrapped firmly around me, shifting me aside and taking charge. “Thanks, Cy. I owe you one.“ I beamed at him. He nodded, flashing me a dimpled - smile. Cyrus was a young, lanky, aspiring rockstar. He was yet to be mated but was in no rush. He had all the time in the world, or so he thinks. I was sure to give Shilah one long, hateful stare before disappearing to the back and into the dressing room.

He would definitely be held responsible if a thing happens to Marvy or is there something else to this? I eyed him suspiciously tho he wasn't facing me, his attention was centered on Marvy as he watched the doctors attend to her through the transparent glass. * Some Minutes Later * The few doctors who were in with Marvy came out almost in a troop, only one walked over to us and I recognized him as our family doctor, Mr Cyrus. " How's she Mr Cyrus? " Dad asked as Mr Cyrus walked over to us. I was standing right next to dad by now.

he said letting out a sigh of tiredness, ~~~ Cyrus's Point of View ~~~ I am sitting here with my father and my two best friends acting like I have a memory loss even though I don't. Astonishing, right? Well, things might have gone a little different than they were supposed to a little earlier. ~~~ About an hour earlier ~~~ I wake up in an empty room laying down in a hospital bed. I take a look at my surroundings before my eyes land on a doctor. "Welcome back to the world," he says taking me by surprise,

Squinting my eyes to get a clear view of the redhead's face, I froze when the face became clear. No. Freaking. Way. "Excuse me Doctor, who is that lady over there?" I asked, interrupting the conversation. "Oh, that's our new cardiologist, Doctor Giordana," he replied. Rob and I glanced at each other, then where she stood and back to the Doctor. "Is there a problem?" The doctor asked. "No, nothing, just carry on," I said. Some minutes later, we concluded the discussion and excused ourselves. "Did you see her or have I started hallucinating?" I asked Rob as we stepped out of the ward.

He looked nervously toward Jameson, who was looking emotionless. Right at this moment, the hospital room door burst open, and Jameson watched Cyrus march in. He was casually dressed, and he had a frigid air about him. "Hello, Mr. Schmidt. I believe I won't need to introduce myself again," Cyrus smirked coldly. That said, he still flashed his badge per his usual practice. "It's been a while, Cyrus." The smile on Jameson's face was friendly and warm. There was not a single hint of wickedness in his smile.

“ I took a sharp breath, trying to still the waves of pain sweeping through my abdomen. “It's okay, Suzy. Let me take care of it,“ Lanky hands wrapped firmly around me, shifting me aside and taking charge. “Thanks, Cy. I owe you one.“ I beamed at him. He nodded, flashing me a dimpled - smile. Cyrus was a young, lanky, aspiring rockstar. He was yet to be mated but was in no rush. He had all the time in the world, or so he thinks. I was sure to give Shilah one long, hateful stare before disappearing to the back and into the dressing room.

Denise mumbled. "Come on. I will help you to your apartment." Cyrus offered as they both walked towards Denise's front door. * * Few minutes later, Cyrus returned to his apartment, a little exhausted. He got into his room and met his phone, ringing. It turned out to be his friend, Jack. "Hey buddy." He said into the phone. "I've been calling for like ages. What happened?" Jack's angry voice could be heard from the other line. "I'm sorry but I had to take someone to the hospital."

When they see us, they jump over the tower banister, landing perfectly on their feet. "Sorry, General for not answering on time. Cyrus, that old bastard didn't want to be taken alive, he..." "Is he dead then?" I interrupt him mid-sentence. It would be a pity if he's dead because I really want the son of a bitch alive. Not because of what people would say if I kill him but because I want to have the opportunity of killing him myself after all the shit he's done and talked about me. "No, he's not. He's injured though. He and two others are in there, a male and a female. We also got two unconscious in the woods"

As I stumbled out of my room to get myself some water, I saw Cyrus heading out for the day. He frowned at the exhaustion on my face. “Do you have to act sick over such a tiny thing? This time we had no choice. I won't bring her back next time.” He did not know I had seen the woman's earring on the floor next to his bed, so he could lie with a straight face. When I was fighting for my life at the hospital, he was enjoying his nights at home with Serena. “I'm going to work. The floor is dirty, so don't forget to clean it,” he said coldly before leaving.