But my words did nothing at all. One of the guards just gave a mocking smile.
“Ma'am, those were Mr. Fowler’s direct orders. If you have a problem, take it up with him.”
Without wasting any more time, they shoved me aside and dragged the doctor away.
The force of it slammed my head against the sharp edge of a metal chair. Warm blood streamed down my face in an instant, but I barely felt it.
At that moment, the red light above the operating room flickered and went out. Then, the machines inside began to beep in a chaotic rhythm.
Summoning every last ounce of strength, I pushed myself off the floor and stumbled after the guards.
I had to bring the doctor back.
If I didn’t… I would lose the only family I had left…
4
Venice’s POV
I stumbled forward, barely keeping my balance.
“Jericho! Bring back my mom’s attending doctor!”
My voice came out raw and strained from my parched throat.
When Jericho saw the cuts and bruises on my face, his brows knitted tightly together.
“How did you manage to get yourself into this state?”
He reached out, trying to touch the wound on my cheek, but I jerked back before his fingers could make contact.