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I need to know that Six was telling me the truth, to calm this nervous burn in my stomach. “Mr. Hilton is a very strong man,” the doctor says, and his voice is so calming. “He’s already recovering well. He should be awake anytime from now.” I nod my head, and I let out a deep sigh of relief. I didn’t even realize I was trapping my own breath all these while. “Now, if you both can give us a moment, I would like to redress his wound. It won't take long.” The doctor says. “Okay. No problem at all.”

The fake mask of happy smiles and ease slipping off the doctor's face instantaneously, he quickly opened the door and left with the nurse in tow, She managed to see him hold a hand to his head and wince in pain before the door shut completely. Days? I've been asleep for days. Aw man, that meant I got a sponge bath, not creepy at all. Now She knew something was definitely wrong here. Every time the Doctor tried to tell her something he'd look at Zander and stop. She looked up and saw Zander glaring at where the doctor had previously been standing, his pupils were growing and narrowing over the blue. She tried to step out of his arms but he wouldn't let her, but she continued to try.

While he’s waiting, he sat on the sofa and try to read something on his phone. I continue cooking when the door open and the demon came in, I rolled my eyes when I saw how Six stared at Doctor Lynus. I walk towards him in the kitchen and say, “What the heck are you doing Six?” I whispered at him. he frowned and ignored me, continue what he’s cooking.

~Signed, Victor Davis-Silver MD Blinking I turn the page and come to the end of the book. Holy crap am I done??? I look around, I was so engrossed in everything I didn’t even realize I had gone through the whole bag already. Carefully I put everything back together like it was. Mulling over my thoughts a little more… I try to remember what her grandfather was like. Wait a second… MD? He was a doctor? Was he the pack doctor here? The door slowly opens and Alan walks in. “All done?” He asked, grabbing the case from the bed.

My leg throbbed, my head pounded and my thoughts spiraled. Finally, the doctor came back in, holding a tablet. He stared at the screen longer than I liked, but I watched him quietly anyway. He sighed quietly, then took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Well… that's not a good sign. “Doctor,” I said slowly. “What’s wrong?” He looked at me then, his gaze pinned on me like I was a criminal and he was the judge. “Rowan, I need to ask you something honestly.”

The nurse bolted out of the room and returned seconds later with a doctor in tow. The doctor stepped closer and shone a light into Jane’s eyes. Squinting, she met his steady gaze. On his badge, she read: Dr. White. He was not an angel but a real doctor. Relief mixed with confusion. She was alive—but how? "Can you hear me?" Dr. White asked in a calm, professional tone, though his eyes held a hint of amazement. "Tell me your name," he prompted. Jane swallowed hard. "Jane… Jane Stadlar."

Did the Doctor confuse me with one of his other patients? I hardly notice when the Doctor says his goodbyes and leaves the room after a hushed conversation with Derrick by the door. My eyes move up to meet his hesitant green orbs once he reaches his seat on the right side of my bed. “Doctor Boyd says that you are free to leave the clinic tomorrow afternoon if you would like.”

For a few fragile moments I let my eyes close. The door opened without warning. I knew the man who walked in before he fully crossed the threshold. The recognition hit like cold water. Dr. Heyes. Not a doctor who had treated me here. Not someone from the hospital staff. A ghost from before everything—before the arrests, before the pregnancies, before Victor. The man who had cornered me in an empty consultation room months ago, who had put his hands where they did not belong, who had pressed me against the wall until I fought free and reported him. The board had quietly moved him on. Charges had been “handled.” I had tried to bury the memory under everything that came after.

“What do you mean?” “The doctor who delivered the baby... check his history. Particularly his connection to a certain clinic twenty-five years ago.” Ghost’s eyes gleamed. “The same clinic where a young Damian Blackwood had his first ‘accident.’” Sterling’s phone buzzed. He checked it, his face hardening. “Mr. Hayes. We need to talk. Now.” In the hallway, Sterling showed Jackson his phone: “Second body found at hospital. Dr. Mavis Dave. Apparent suicide.”

The poor doctor was raising his trembling hands when he felt his forehead pressed by a gun. The words got stuck in his throat but before John or Lee spoke to stop Alex from killing the poor doctor, the door was opened. “Mr. Wayne.” Another doctor greeted him nervously, he stepped closer, and Alex could take a glance at someone laying down on the bed. With some sort of medical tools around her. “She is fine.” The doctor continued, switching Alex’s attention to him again. “Yes, she is fine. For now.” He sighed heavily while Alex frowned, as the terrifying thing crawled back to him.