Novel & Cerita Dillon Quartermaine General Hospital

The guests instinctively shook their heads, thinking that Harvey would die or be badly injured. Dillon showed a horrible expression. He had no chance to back down at this point. Since he had already picked a side, he could only use all his might to throw a punch! Bam! Under the crowd’s gaze, Dillon and Bulldog’s fists collided. Dillon’s body trembled before he was sent flying with blood spurting out of his mouth. Everyone could clearly see his face the moment he crashed onto the ground. “Dillon?! You b*stard!” “How dare you ruin Mrs. Lee’s birthday banquet for an outsider like him?!”

Cassandra’s POV It wasn’t until a week later that I finally got up the nerve to ask Dillon about his ex-wife, Laura. Dillon had been recovering for the better part of the week, and I didn’t want to disrupt his progress. He was mostly asleep anyway, drifting in and out of dreams, seeming a bit dazed and confused. So I waited until I felt like he could handle the emotional weight of the conversation. “Hello beautiful,” Dillon smiled at me as I came into his room. Cameron and I had been taking shifts at the hospital, making sure that at least one of us was always there for him, although, in all honesty, I was there the most.

"I'll show you. It's actually the one part of this place that feels like real people live here." Damien appeared at the top of the stairs. He looked down at his brother with the expression of a man who had been expecting this and had decided in advance not to react to it. "You didn't call," he said. "I never call. You know that." Quill looked up at him without apology. "I was in Halvenmoor for a foundation meeting. Thought I'd stay the week." He gestured toward me. "I've just met your wife. She's considerably more interesting than I expected."

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.

Prologue ~~~~~~~ One time, there existed a young man who resided outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. His name was Dillon Vera. He was sixteen years old, and neared the end of his freshman year of high school. Like many teenagers, Dillon had had a rough time. With his hormones and self esteem all over the place, it was difficult to find anywhere to fit in. Add in the fact that Dillon's best friend Dominic, Dom for short, had just moved down south, and Dillon was not happy. Dom was two grades above him, but they had been best friends since they were small.

She left the doctor's office and went to Dillon's ward. However, she met what she never expected. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Mrs. Jessica Long, Dillon's mother, and Mirabel in the ward. Mirabel was sitting on the bed beside Dillon and was feeding him Jollof Rice and Chicken. Dillon raised his head when he heard her approaching footsteps. His lips curled into a contagious smile when he saw Ivy. "Hey! Come here. Let me introduce you to my wife," He announced, waving his hands at Ivy.

Matthew asked Dillion. "For a while." replied Dillion. I looked toward him with a smirk. He only said that because he forgot what the doctor said. Shaking my head I walked slowly by Dillion as he practically limped himself towards the couch. I turned towards Matthew wanting to thank him for watching Dina. He is so nice to have watched Dina for us while Dillion was in the hospital. He didn't need to, I mean he's my boss for crying out loud. Maybe he isn't so bad after all.

He leaned in, making a show of inhaling the scent of sex still clinging to me and chuckling when my face turned red. As soon as we exited the hospital, stepping out into the cool night air, Dillon’s phone pinged, shooting off a string of text alerts.. “The steel walls in that room must have blocked my signal.” He grumbled, pulling his phone out of his pocket and reading through the messages. “Fuck!” “What is it?” I asked nervously. I could tell by the look on his face it was nothing good. Dillon’s head snapped up, a pained look in his eyes. He stared back at me for a minute, sadness and regret morphing into steel resolve.

I take a deep breath in and walked closer to him with a smile on my face. "Hey Dillion." I gave him a quick hug while I felt him briefly rubbing my spine. Once I pulled myself away from him, I noticed that Dillion kept his stare at Gage. "You've met Gage." I gestured. Dillion nods and smiled. "Nice to see you again, man." He says while he gave Gage a quick hug. "Same here." Gage answers. Dillion looked away and stared at me. "How's Monique?" He asks.