Ruthless and Mine

The Quick Haste

By now, Devion is hardly an inch away from the doctor; he watches his watery eyes tremble from being pierced deeply by the intensity of his stare.

"No, no, no one tells me what to do in my own hospital. Mr Lydravil, your daughter will have to wait in line, there are several other patients in more critical conditions and she has to know you're the stem donor"

Lifting his shoulder with some resistance, he tries to move an inch towards the right, his smartest option at the moment but Devion places a foot in his direction. It wasn't a movement, it was a fierce warning. And the doctor fails to adhere to that.

He rushes to a corner by the wall as he skips over the barrier with his feet lightly.

"I'm going to call security," he says picking up a telephone, but Devion calmly moves towards the door and bolts it.

The doctor is instantly alarmed. He stares at him, eyes owl wide, Devion sees his hand and fingers shiver desperately as he dials some digits on the phone.

People don't listen to warnings, they adhere to danger, and with that, and a sly smile. He pulls a gun from his pocket and takes off his glasses. Exposing a scar healed from a deep wound at the edge of his left eyebrow.

"Drop the phone" he mutters, his voice dangerously low. He never needed to raise it to make people obey.

The telephone smashes to the floor as his fingers loosen.

"Doctor Martins..." he calls once.

"Y...Yes. Mr. Lydravil. I will treat your daughter, right now. Let's commence treatment immediately"

His eyes fling to the doctor's forehead, observing little beads of sweat run down his nose bridge from his pores, at the sight of a gun.

"Good. Then let's begin. But... wait"

It has only been about two minutes later when the door flings open and three other large very dark men, roughly Devion's in size, walk in.

"Dasha, Grin. We have a little business here" he says to the standing by his side by now.

It only took a nod for them to surround the doctor.

The doctor hurried into the room on the left.

"Let me get the equipment ready" he said disappearing behind the door

Devion kept an eye on the one by his right. He followed the doctor immediately.

He settled on a couch just opposite the doctor's seat and massaged his jaws. Then he rubbed the gun in his hand with the edge of his thumb, like it was some precious stone.

Redna's POV

Redna remained at the spot she had been at for nearly thirty minutes. Her mind was yet to recover from the failure of her escape plan.

The nurses were out by now and she couldn't leave the ward however she wanted. A nurse could spot her, and worse, they could assign a guard to watch and prevent her from escaping again, or even more horrifying was the fact that Devion could be lurking around.

She thought for a while. Looking at the now peacefully sleeping baby by her side, which now seemed the only consolation she had, she lifted herself from the bed and moved an inch towards the door. There was a laboratory coat on the rolling bed just by her side. They were supposed to be two, but the situation had made her the only one present.

She thought of the lady who had stayed on the bed on the left, Maria, who was a victim of cancer too, breast cancer, but she left too early.

Pushing her hand into the final left sleeve of the lab coat, she did the buttons carefully. Thankfully, she was done with chemosection for the day

She looked at herself in the mirror. She had lost almost everything. She placed a short piece of a nearby rag on her now almost bald hair.

Then she smiled but it was a smile that made her tongue cringe with bitterness. It reminded her of something she once had, something she once cherished but doubted she would ever have again.

The short bobbed hair that ran in the bloodline, it was thick, full, black, now hers were lost to a grey room and a wicked sickness.

There was hardly time for emotional moments she dabbed two cold tears on her left cheek that had managed to escape from her tingling eyes with the rag and tried to lift her spirit a little.

She fumbled with her bag for a moment. She should have kept a wig in it. She hoped so and she found one.

It wasn't nice-looking, and it had never been combed for months now, but why would she care? She took it anyway, she knew she would miss her real hair.

All she needed now was a disguise and to see the doctor, there was so much to talk about.

The costume worked. She looked like the lady she once was with a paler face.

"Happy now mom? You made my life this way. I hope you rot in hell," She laughed, but it was so bitter she thought she could taste it.

If only she had some sunglasses to cover those pale-looking light blue eyes

She dusted off the coat once more, turned to the baby on the couch, and kissed it softly on the cheek. It moved its little mouth cozily.

"I'll be back my sweet little plum. I won't stay long. I promise"

And with that, she made off in disguise to the doctor's office

The disguise had worked

Two nurses approached. They stared at her. Of course, they stared. She looked mad with that wig on, but her dress looked good and she had perfect composure. So, they stared but they said nothing

"Probably an old woman, " a fair nurse muttered to her friend as she walked past her.

"She's not old. She looked quite young. Only a bit frail"

Listening to that nearly made her chuckle and the aftermath of the chuckle remained tears that a girl once so alive and booming with life had grown so fragile and weak over the years, she looked like an old woman at barely 30 years old.

Two left turns later, she arrived at the doctor's door. Written boldly at the top was "Martin's Quarter". She nodded, she was sure, he was her doctor, his name was right.

She wanted to knock but a familiar voice coming front he opposite end of the door caught her attention

"Is that..." she listened closely.

"Is that Devion?"

She wasn't supposed to call him that, but what do you call a man who abandoned you and your mother for years and returned at the worst moment, claiming to be your father??

She listened closely

Why was he in the doctor's office?

Why were they speaking in hushed tones?

Why was the doctor's voice slightly muted?

What the hell was going on here?

She paused and listened thanking herself for never knocking in the first place

"I don't want her to know" said Mr Devion

" I can take everything you said, Mr Devion, but her card cannot fail to bear your name as the doctor. It's a medical rule. I'll lose my job" the doctor's voice was breaking by now

Redna leaned her ear against the door.

"Then lose your job, if you value your life. I will be her donor, you said I'm viable. Let's move to the next step"

"Mr Devion Lydravil..." said the doctor and that was when she knew.

Was he going to be her donor?

Was he even planning to be her donor? She had an urge to gag at the thought of it. To have the blood of a foolish irresponsible man run through her veins would be the very least thing she would do. Now, she was going to choose death instead.

She bit her lips. He could fake all he wanted, but she knew his plan now, and she wouldn't mind murdering the doctor if he dared agree to such a conspiracy.