A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood
Drew rushed forward to support me, but I shoved him away with my uninjured arm.
“Move!”
I ripped the IV line straight out of my hand, blood immediately welling from the puncture.
I grabbed the edge of the bedside table, my vision blurring into a haze, yet I forced myself to stand.
The stitches in my back felt like they were tearing open one by one.
The door flew open, and the 25-year-old prodigious doctor, also the owner of this hospital, stormed in with two nurses, glaring at me.
Drake Montrose, The Mafia’s Doctor.
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