Chapter 14

Damien

I paced around the waiting room, trying to keep my calm but I couldn’t. Alison has been in the emergency room for the past fifteen minutes.

I was losing my mind, and it was strange because I never lost my mind about anything. Even at gunpoint I stood firm, not caring about the consequences, but here I was afraid of losing someone I barely knew.

What has Alison done to me? I was gradually becoming a shadow of myself, letting my emotions rule over my strong judgment and beliefs. It was frustrating just thinking about it. I couldn’t continue like this. I had to do something, but what?

I knew the only way to stop me from acting this way was to get rid of Alison, but was I ready to do that?

I couldn’t bring myself to answer that because I knew the answer would only remind me of my weakness.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts, and my eyes glanced at the door. It was closed.

I sighed, leaning against the wall. Involuntarily, my mind traveled to our moment at the mansion, taking me back to the feeling of her wetness dripping down my fingers, and the softness of her round arse, which I wanted to bury my face in.

I groaned, throwing my hands on my temple. Maybe when I finally fuck her, I wouldn’t feel like this anymore.

It was during that moment; I sighted the doctor stepping out of the door.

Without hesitation, I approached him.

“How’s she doing?” I asked with a firm expression on my face.

The doctor was hesitant, and the look on his face made my stomach rumble. I tried not to think of the worse things but I couldn’t.

My heart raced faster than before and I found myself clutching onto my chest. Once again, I was losing my mind.

“Did something terrible happen?” I asked, managing to get a grip on myself.

The doctor nodded. “Alison’s in critical condition. She’s lost a lot of blood, but I’ll do everything I can to save her.”

I stepped closer. His words had rattled something within me. “You better do as you say. Or I swear I’ll burn this place down.”

His eyes widened, and without another word, he hurried past me. A few minutes later, he came back holding a tray of equipment.

I glared at him as he passed. “Don’t forget what I said.”

He nodded quickly and disappeared into the ER. I kept pacing the waiting room, anxiety clawing at me.

Minutes later, I saw a nurse rush out of the ER, speaking quietly to another nurse.

My stomach dropped. I had a bad feeling about this.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, walking toward them.

The first nurse hesitated, looking at the other nurse.

“You better speak!” I said with my voice coming out louder than I intended.

“Sir, this is a professional space and I would advise you to keep you voice low.” The second nurse said, and I growled. I felt like dragging her across the room and slapping the foundation of her puffy face, but I kept my cool, reminding myself that I was at the hospital.

“I’m sorry. I just want to know if there're any issues with the lady in the ER.”

“Actually, there is.” The first nurse spout up. “We need more blood for her.”

The other nurse added. “And her blood type isn’t available.”

“Then test mine!” I spoke up. My voice came out rushed and fast before I could process what I said. It was too late.

The nurses exchanged glances before one of them led me to a room. After testing, the nurse confirmed, “It’s a match.”

They drew my blood, and as soon as it was done, I went back to the waiting room. For the first time since I got here, I sat down. I guess my anxiety was weighing me down badly.

A little boy and his mom stepped into the waiting room a few minutes later. He stayed close to her at first, but eventually wandered over to me.

“Hey, I’m Adam!” He greeted, with a bright smile. His mop of blonde curls that sat on his head swerved as he sat down close to me.

I never really liked kids. So I ignored him, turning to face to the window, which suddenly appeared far more interesting .

“Do you believe in miracles?” he asked. His words suddenly caught my attention and swiftly I turned my attention back to him.

He smiled brightly, speaking up despite my silence. “It’s okay if you don’t believe in miracles, but I do.”

He leaned forward as if to whisper. “My brother’s in the other emergency room. He’s going to be okay—I just know it.”

Before I could respond, his mom called him. “Adam, come here.”

He ran back to her, but his words stuck with me.

I whispered to myself, “I do believe in miracles and because of that Alison is going to be okay.”

Not long after, the doctor came out. His face wasn’t as grim as the last time. “Alison’s out of danger,” he said.

I felt a sudden wave of calm wash over. “Can I see her?” I asked.

“We are trying to move her to another room. I’ll let you know when you can,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said in a soft tone.

Minutes later, a nurse came to get me. She led me down the hall, and when we reached the room, my eyes landed on Alison. She looked so fragile, lying there unconscious.

The minute the nurse left, I went straight to her, brushing her hair back and letting my hand rest on her cheek. My heart ached, but I couldn’t look away.

The door opened, and I turned to see the doctor. “How long until she wakes up?”

“Soon,” he said gently.

“Thank you,” I said again.

When he left, I leaned in close to Alison, running my hands through her hair once again.

“I don’t know what spell you’ve got me under,” I drawled. “But it’s working.”