Chapter 9: Controlled Damage
635 Words
The elevator doors slid open.
Sebastian stepped out without slowing down.
Every step he took was precise.
Calculated.
Dangerously calm.
Anyone who knew him well would recognize it immediately—
This was worse than anger.
This was control.
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“Get me everything on the attending nurse,” he said, pulling off his jacket as he walked into his office.
His assistant barely kept up.
“Already flagged, sir. There’s been an internal investigation started—”
“Not fast enough,” Sebastian cut in.
He dropped his jacket onto the chair and moved straight to his desk.
“Pull her credentials. Employment history. Financial records if possible.”
A pause.
“And notify compliance—we’re filing a case against the hospital.”
His assistant blinked.
“For malpractice?”
“For attempted manslaughter,” Sebastian replied calmly.
That shut the room down.
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He sat, already opening his laptop.
Documents appeared.
Blank.
Waiting.
Not for long.
His fingers moved quickly across the keyboard.
Precise.
Efficient.
Every word intentional.
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Emergency Bail Application
Grounds:
• Severe physical assault in detention
• Medical negligence and overdose under hospital care
• Immediate threat to defendant’s life
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Sebastian’s jaw tightened slightly as he typed.
They had tried to break her.
Then they tried to erase her.
That wasn’t happening.
Not anymore.
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A knock.
“Come in.”
His assistant stepped in again.
“The nurse has been taken into custody.”
Sebastian didn’t look up.
“Charges?”
“Negligence, unauthorized administration of medication… and investigation into intent.”
“License?”
“Revoked.”
A brief pause.
“She’s not talking.”
Sebastian finally looked up.
“Of course she’s not.”
Money.
Fear.
Or both.
“She’s been paid,” he added.
His assistant nodded slowly.
“That’s what it looks like.”
Sebastian leaned back slightly, eyes dark.
“Find out who.”
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Across town—
The hospital corridor was quieter now.
But not empty.
Daisy stood near the ICU observation window, arms crossed lightly as she stared through the glass.
Regal lay motionless inside.
Machines surrounding her.
Fragile.
Too fragile.
Daisy frowned slightly.
“That’s the girl?” she asked.
One of her guards nodded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Daisy tilted her head.
“She doesn’t look like a killer.”
Silence.
“She almost collapsed on me,” she added. “That wasn’t fake.”
Her gaze lingered on Regal.
Thoughtful.
Curious.
Something about it didn’t add up.
And Daisy didn’t like things that didn’t make sense.
“Find out who she is,” she said.
The guard hesitated.
“That might not be—”
“I didn’t ask if it was convenient,” Daisy cut in, her tone still soft—but firm.
A pause.
“Yes, ma’am.”
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Back in his office—
Sebastian finished typing.
He reviewed the document once.
Twice.
Then signed.
Decisive.
Final.
“This goes to the court now,” he said, handing it over.
His assistant nodded.
“I’ll have it filed immediately.”
Sebastian stood.
Grabbing his jacket again.
“I’m going back to the hospital.”
A pause.
“Send security.”
“For the hospital?” his assistant asked.
“For her.”
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Hours later—
The ICU remained quiet.
But not unguarded anymore.
Two men now stood outside.
Watching.
Waiting.
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Inside—
Regal stirred.
Just slightly.
Her fingers twitching faintly against the sheets.
The machines responded instantly.
Beeping faster.
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Outside the glass—
Daisy noticed.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
“Interesting…” she murmured.
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Sebastian stepped out of his car.
His gaze fixed on the hospital entrance.
Cold.
Focused.
Relentless.
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This wasn’t just a case anymore.
It was a battle.
And he had just made his first real move.
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