Ten

Dave's POV

As I stood up and left the room, I left with barely contained anger. The sterile, white walls of the hospital ward felt like they were closing in on me. The beeping of the machines, the murmur of voices, it all became a distant hum as my anger grew.

My fists clenched at my sides, and I could feel the heat rising in my face. Belle was in there, with that... that hoodlum.

Zane Caruso. The name alone made my blood boil. He sure had a strong fist.

As I walked down with my feet stomping loudly down the corridor. It was a private ward and contained less people in it. My steps echoed in the hallway but I couldn't care less.

I needed to get myself cleaned up. I made a turn and found a washroom, I slipped in. I turned on the water and splashed it on my face. I hissed as I felt the wound sting when colliding with water.

I took a towel from the warmer and pressed it to my face. I cleaned out the bruises that were left behind by Zane. I smiled mischievously and took out my phone.

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