His figure grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared from my sight entirely. Only then did I let out a long, heavy breath.
The moment we reached the hospital, I forgot all about the pain in my foot and rushed toward Denise's ward. I was terrified Denys would actually have her medication cut off.
What I didn't expect was to see him already waiting at the elevator doors the second I stepped out.
His hands were tucked in his pockets, those cold eyes fixed on me—like a demon freshly returned from hell.
The instant I saw him, I spun around to run, but before I could take a single step, I crashed hard to the ground.
Denys's foot came down right on the back of my hand. It felt like my bones were being crushed.
He bent down slightly, looking at me with the posture of a victor. "And where exactly do you think you're running to?"
I bit back the pain screaming from my hand and foot, trying to struggle free, but I had nothing left.
Before I could even speak, I heard the sound of wheels rolling toward us. A moment later, Denise's attending physician stood respectfully before Denys.
"Mr. Simmons, I've brought Denise Mason over..."