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The conversation was less new information and more confirmation. Earlier in the day they'd lessened her medication, trying to lure her out of her drug-induced sleep. Dr. Miller said it isn't good to keep her that way. They'd hoped that she'd been unconscious long enough to have missed the severe delirium tremens—the DTs. But as she began to come out of the medicine, she became delirious, hallucinating and shaking. Before they could restrain her again, she attacked herself, scratching at her own skin. It took multiple orderlies, but they stopped her before she tore her face, once again restraining her hands.

Oliver hissed, leaving Damon behind as he ran back, and into their own side of the woods. Oh he was going to kill Dean. ~ "So, we are going home together then?" Kayla asked with a yawn, completely exhausted from how long of a day she had had in Oliver's company. One thing was for sure. Oliver wasn't messy. But if she was going to be working with him, there are a lot of things she had to change. The first was his filing pattern. Whilst it had been arraged, nothing had matched. And looking at the time as she finally got up, she realized she had spent most of the day, arranging the files and documents in the Bernardi's CEO's office.

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

Sienna attempted a smile, but it looked like a mask. "YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL ME! STOP PRETENDING TO CARE!" Several nurses and patients began to gather, staring at them in confusion. But no one believed her. They all thought Alena was crazy. "Dr. Julian, what's happening?" Tristan looked at the doctor, who now stood behind Alena, blocking her escape route. "She's experiencing acute delirium. Her leukemia is worsening. She's hallucinating and paranoid—normal symptoms for late-stage patients." Dr. Julian explained in a perfectly professional tone.

After a few checkups by a nurse she was taken to the Emergency Department to see Laurel. “What happened between you two at home? Why did he suddenly leave the hospital?” Desmond asked, while following Olivia closely. Olivia let out a bitter chuckle. “Leaving his unconscious wife and dying daughter is exactly what I expect from Sebastian.” Desmond stopped in his tracks. “Dying daughter?” He asked, surprised. Olivia inhaled. She was living her worst nightmare. “Laurel was diagnosed with stage four cancer.” Desmond was so shocked, he could not find the right words to say.

After she left, Oliver sighed and pressed his forehead against the bars. "Sorry I lied to you, Delilah. I don't want that demon to trap you. If you tend to kill him, we'll be out of here. I promise to be a good big brother to you. I promise. Please, protect my sister, God!" mumbled Oliver as he shed tears. DUBRICH, AUCTION HOUSE

He went straight to the point of his main concern, looking back and forth at the duo. "And that exactly is where the problem lies. You can't remember anything and that feels like the worst bad luck ever. Else, I had be willing to go right there with you and beat all those dumbo niggas that drugged you into comas. Had you remembered, it would have spared everyone the worry as the culprits would have been six feets below the ground already." Oliver glowered, flexing his knuckles: the cracks from it giving him the needed sweetening shrills.

"We just need to hurt you enough that you comply. I'm sure you love that baby enough to not want it dead.” Ice ran down my spine. My baby. They were going to hurt my baby. A door I hadn't noticed before opened, and Oliver walked in. He looked terrible. He was thinner than before, dark circles under his eyes. "Oliver," I breathed. "Thank God. Help me. Please, get me out of here-" But he wouldn't meet my eyes. He just moved to stand near Delilah, looking very defeated. "Oliver?" My voice rose with disbelief and anger. "What are you doing? Your father is looking for me! He's probably losing his mind right now! You need to-”

Her voice, barely a whisper, slithered out like poison. “You are so weak, Raymond.” The warehouse erupted into madness. Delilah stood frozen, her back pressed against a rusted beam. Her eyes, wide with disbelief, darted between the madness and Olive’s unconscious form on the ground. Her knees buckled. What’s happening? How did the game change? One moment she thought she and Mia was in control another moment the game has changed. Olive's chest barely moved, a shallow breath escaping her lips every few seconds. She was fading.

Delice shut the door behind her, taking two steps into the room and going no further. "You are with Oliver?" She asked, her face unreadable, her hands behind her. Carefully tucking away the pillow, Laura walked a little closer to her, her hands wrapping up her black hair on a quick bun. "Yes." "Laura." Delice's dead heart broke and the betrayal flashed in her eyes. "What is wrong with Oliver?" "You know very much what is wrong with Oliver." "It was in the past," she hissed. "You are not a child, Delice. Stop hanging unto fading memories. How many years ago was this?"