Chapter One-Zero-Five: Reset

Trigger Warning: Gore

Dominic J. Lewis

There was nothing that could be said about his fury, nothing about his worry and nothing about his guilt.

"He still won't say anything to us, boss. He insists on speaking to you alone."

His worker uttered as he walked into the abandoned building.

Dominic’s clothes still reeked of the hospital and the blood from last night after holding Ruby, who was barely breathing by the time the doctors asked him to leave. He had held her before, but she had never felt smaller in his arms.

Her body’s regeneration marvelled the doctors, but her skull warranted talks of irreversible brain damage with some comments of ‘but she has a good chance at survival’ as if they could soothe him; he wanted to know his mate in her perfection, not with half of her mind away.

His hand gripped the bat he was offered at the door tighter before dragging it across the ground to where ‘Simon' sat, tied up, bleeding and semi-asleep.

"And Vivian, have they found her yet?”

Dom