CHAPTER 96 The BASEMENT

The CEO

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It was barely up to two weeks, and she was already back here—the hospital. I sat on the chair outside the emergency room. My heart pounded in my throat, and my sweaty palms clasped together.

My eyes widened, and I froze as they rolled my Binky out of the emergency room. She lay on the bedside trolley, her pale face barely visible under the oxygen mask. Blood seeped into the bandages around her head and her clothes.

Tracy covered my eyes with her hand. “You don’t have to see her,” she advised.

I pushed her hand away. “I need to.”

The medical team surrounded her. Their urgent movement knotted a tie in my stomach.

“We need to take her to the surgical theater,” the doctor stated.

I scurried behind them and gripped one of the nurses. “What’s happening?” I asked with a strained voice.

“Severe head trauma, possible internal bleeding. We need to operate on her immediately.” The nurse walked away, her words tightening my throat.

I smacked my forehead again and again.

Tracy caugh