Did Doc Hudson Die Novels & Stories

Hubert and Lincoln’s parents hung their heads without any objection either. “Can you tell me how Damian Carden is now?” “Oh, he’s dead,” answered Kayson. Hubert and Konnor felt cold sweat drenching them. Damian, who was almost in the god stage, was dead? Hudson did not seem too surprised as he nodded. “Hugh’s lucky to have help from a master like you. “This also means that he should be spared. I will stop targeting him because of you.” Kayson scrutinized the Wolfenden patriarch upon hearing what he said and shook his head abruptly. “What you said can’t be trusted.”

"I think he knows that Kennedy is pregnant with his child. At least Reina said. The kids in that school… are dangerous. They talk a lot about how to be pack traitors." “I also think about Hudson. You said he was the one who supported Kennedy and her plans with Alpha Mario, then in the last attack, he died… by whom? Was he killed by the rouge? Or was he killed by our officers? " "I don't think it was from our officers, Alpha ... because apart from you, me, and Reina ... no one knows about the treacherous Hudson," Harry replied firmly. He also had time to focus his thoughts on Hudson's death.

He believed me. He understood. He didn’t blame me. For the first time since this nightmare began, something I've been strangling with for hours loosened in my chest. Relief. Damon looked around the hideout then, his gaze sharp again, scanning every corner, every shadow. Liam clung tighter to me. “Who killed Hudson?” Damon asked, his voice shifting into Alpha tone instantly. I shook my head. “I… I don’t know. When I came in, he was already dead.”

The two men took their seats on each of the chairs that were lined on each side of the throne and meant for the councils and other royal subjects. "News reached me some days ago. Hudson was murdered." Styx dropped the bombshell and Lyne's expression was mutual with her husband's. He dropped the leg that was crossed. "Now, now, now." It was Charles. "Don't pretend to not know. It is your city after all." He still had the habit of trying to be superior to everyone. Lyne rolled her eyes. "I was told some few days ago. I just knew about it and I was hoping to let you know. I wasn't around when it happened as I was busy with other important issues."

In the end, his body gave up on him as he coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the spot. When the ambulance arrived, he was barely clinging to life. The doctors all looked grim. They performed emergency care as they rushed him to the hospital, but specialist after specialist shook their heads. Some were affiliated with the Ledgers, and others had ties to them, either directly or through their connections with the famous psychologist, Dr. Steel. All the things the Quinn family had done in the past had ruined all possibilities of saving Harrison. At 3 p.m., the resuscitation failed, and Harrison passed away at the age of eighty-four.

Hudson’s death, by contrast, was far quieter and far more unnerving. He died by his own hand. Dressed in a pristine surgical gown, Hudson performed an autopsy on himself. Scattered beside him were handwritten notes and sketched diagrams. The handwriting was as neat and clear as always, but the contents were so outlandish that they would make anyone’s blood run cold. Over and over again, he had calculated formulas on the pages. “The theoretical possibility of autologous blood recovery and reperfusion following an extremely prolonged cardiac arrest.”

The god's words were unhurried and sombre leaving me speechless, my cheeks burning a little but I was quick to fall deeper into hypocrisy. "I am not a professional doctor but I know a thing or two at making medicines so I wish to give it a try." Carefully avoiding naming him without honorifics altogether I try my best to not seem too arrogant and with the death certificate hanging over my head I add on a proposition. "I will wash my hands if you want. " And everyone in a wrapt attention awaits his response, for even a slice of his hand ordering for a kill. "Why should I let you touch me?"

I hoped he’d be cooperative, so I wouldn’t go home empty-handed. “Actually, I didn’t come here for a check-up. I’m sorry to bother you this late at night. I’m Jennifer Hudson’s best friend. After hearing the story about her and her mother, something has been bothering me regarding the death of the late Mrs. Hudson over a decade ago. Someone said that her husband, Mr. Hudson, refused to take his wife to the hospital for better care and instead let her be treated at home under your supervision. Can you tell me what really happened?”

she said, pulling the trigger. I braced for the end when suddenly, I was thrown to the floor. My vision blurred, and my head spun. "Freeze!" a voice rang out. Adeline tried to aim at Aunt Sadie, who stood frozen in shock. But then, a shot rang out, and Adeline fell, bleeding on the floor. "Hudson!" I screamed, seeing him lying lifeless nearby. I crawled back in fear, tears blinding me. The next day, I sat with Aunt Sadie at the hospital. The police had taken Adeline's body away, and Hudson lay in a coma. The doctor said his chances were fifty-fifty. The bullet had hit his thoracic vertebrae, near his heart.

( Caroline asked, handing a glass of wine over to Elena) Well, as you can see,... things aren't moving the way it's supposed to....( Elena said collecting the glass of wine) Really, what about Hudson, how is he doing... (Caroline asked with a look of concern) Hudson is dead, he died 6 years ago.... Elena said sadly Oh my goodness, I'm.... Soo sorry Lena, what happened.?..(Caroline asked with shock)