Cyrus General Hospital Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"Sorry, that took too long. I'll need you to answer a few questions before we can proceed." "Sure," "Let's get it over with," Cyrus whined and I felt the need to apologize on his behalf. "Do either of you have any symptoms right or concerns right now?" She took out a small notepad to write down our answers. "No," Cyrus responded once I opened my mouth. "But he's horny all the time, maybe he needs to be checked or something." My heart dropped when he said that. The nurse glanced at me and she chuckled, shaking her head with a smile.

A thin veneer over something that would crack if struck right. Cyrus stepped into his path, one hand raised—not touching, blocking. "Sir, you need to—" "Where is my brother?" Brother. Cyrus glanced at the gurney. The unconscious kid, chest now exposed, bruising spreading like ink in water across his left thorax. Then back at the standing one—identical features arranged in rigid terror. Same sharp cheekbones, same dark hair, same mouth shaped for arrogance rather than fear. "Trauma One." Cyrus kept his voice level. "I'm Dr. Datu. You are?"

I held my chest in pain as tears began to leak from my eyes. “why are you so worried, don’t worry, the doctor told me she doesn’t have much time to live, when she dies, I’ll take her inheritance and marry you,” Cyrus declared with a smile. An even sharper pain seared through my chest and a gasp escaped my lips, I shouldn’t be surprised by his train of thought but yet again I was surprised. The innocent image of Cyrus when I met him and the image of him presently began to overlap in my mind. When did he change so much or was he always like this?

Alpha Cyrus said and that angered the young boy. He attacked him once more but Cyrus just used his arm as a shield and he could not even move an inch closer. He was again thrown across the room leaving cracks on the walls and when he was about to get up, Alpha Cyrus stepped on his chest, with so much pressure that he is now barely breathing.

- Cyrus said, displaying the authority of a firstborn. He got into the Mustang and sped away, pressing the accelerator to the floor. Before reaching home, he had to stop at the Florence airport to pick up Caitlin and Red, who boarded the first flight to Italy as soon as he told them to. In her infinite ignorance, it would help his wife to organize her thoughts if she spent some time with her parents, who would remind her of her good, sweet childhood, and would also reinforce the rest of the deception. They crossed the formidable iron threshold and Cyrus began to feel pressured. Meeting the woman he loved filled him with nervousness. He had no words to express what he felt when her brown eyes

he yelled while pointing his finger at Serra. Cyrus ignored the priest and took his brother to a hospital. "He suffered from a heart stroke. And the severity of the stroke is strong. He slipped into a coma. Considering his age, he might not wake up again" the doctor confirmed before leaving the room. Roberts wives were stunned, while Cyrus remembered what the priest said. So he immediately went back to Jenkins home and kicked Serra out. "You are a jink. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would have kept you for myself. But I don't want to end up like my brother. Don't you dare tell anyone that you are my brother's wife. Get lost" he sneered.

I shook his shoulder. He frowned and looked around. Then his eyes settled back on me. "I am Cyrus Caldwell." He said and I nodded. The strain slammed against me, pulling me back to reality. Thrown off with an invisible wave, I recovered and saw Cyrus on the floor, comatose. I checked his vitals and concluded he would be fine. My nose bled and I wiped it off. I picked Cyrus up and dashed into our room, placing him there. Getting back to the lounge, I found Ana there, hiding behind one of the couches. She was shaking, her teeth chattering and I spared just a glance at her.