Chapter7
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ARIA’S POV
“This place will be the death of me,” I launched myself on the couch in Grace’s office.
“What now?” Grace asked, shooting a glance over her shoulder.
I sighed. “I will die in the operating room dealing with narcissistic doctors and overbearing patients.”
“You mean the patients that are unconscious and heavily sedated?”
“Yes. The way they trust me with their lives.”
Grace chuckled, nudged my leg to make space, and then sat down beside me on the couch.
“How’s Mr. Billionaire?”
I sighed again. I didn’t answer right away. I haven’t heard from him in a couple of days, which is fine. It’s not like he owes me to reach out constantly. Besides, I suspected he had an image to uphold. Calling me on the telephone may not be ideal for someone like him.
“He’s… busy.” I managed.
“I tell you,” Grace said. “He will come today. He will appear behind you and sweep you off your feet. You mark my words.”
“Shut up, Grace.”
The intercom buzzed. “Paging Nurse Sinclair. You are needed in the emergency room.”
“The devil is against you today,” Grace said cheerfully.
I dragged myself up, my body protesting.
I rushed to the emergency room, the sudden shift from the calm of Grace’s office to the chaos ahead leaving me unsteady. The scene there was enough to make me faint.
A man was dragged in on a stretcher, his arm falling out of its sockets.
“What happened?” I shrieked as he was wheeled in.
“It was an accident.”
I froze when I heard the voice. No, my luck couldn’t be that bad.
I turned, and there he was.
Damien Blackwell, looking as cool as ever in his brown suit, the only sign of distress was in his eyes.
I found that I couldn’t think straight as he fixed his eyes on me.
“Can you fix him?” he demanded. There was a command in the statement, with just a hint of fear.
I shook myself out of my stupor as the on-call doctor barked my name.
“What happened?’ I asked, immediately switching to nurse mode. I grabbed my gloves and put them on.
“It was a building failure. My new office in the heart of town, a scaffold gave way… he saved my life.”
I nodded. “Name?”
“Marcus Blackwell.”
“Your brother,” I said.
He could only nod.
“We will do everything in our power.”
I rushed into the operating room with the doctor, my last glimpse of Damien staring after me, his mask of cold crumbling away.
A few hours later, I came out of the operating room, my neck stiff.
“Will he be alright?”
A voice startled me out of my self-imposed temporary relaxation. I turned to find Damien standing behind me, his face unreadable.
“He is under sedation now. He will be fine.”
It was only a flicker, but I saw him relax.
“So, your brother Marcus…” I asked.
“Yes?”
“Will he be at the dinner?”
“You would want him there.”
His answer made my heart beat louder, and his voice…
“What does that mean?”
“He is the only one of my family that is genuinely kind.”
“He is, is he?”
I grabbed my stack of reports from the table and started walking, Damien falling into step beside me. I tried to ignore the looks of the staff as they watched us, some even bringing out their phones to record.
“You are tired,” he noted.
“What gave me away?”
“The dark circles under your eyes, the hair falling into your eyes, your body seems ready to collapse at any minute.”
Before I could answer, a voice yelled my name from behind.
She turned and groaned.
“Excuse me.” I left Damien standing there as I made my way to the on-call doctor.
“Yes, doctor.”
“You will NEVER undermine me in the operating room again.”
I couldn’t say anything.
Some of the nurses stopped what they were doing and looked at us. James was with them, watching on with a mildly angry look.
The on-call doctor moved towards me. “Explain yourself.”
“Sir, you were about to cut the wrong vein. I had to-”
“You b***h,” he roared. By then, everyone on the floor was watching us. Grace looked about ready to jump in front of me.
“I am the doctor, not you.”
“Well, then, maybe next time you should learn how to do your job properly. How did you pass medical school?”
The collective gasp of the people there was satisfying.
The doctor, whose name was Lucas Roberto, snarled and grabbed my arm. Before I could punch him, another hand shot out of nowhere and grabbed Lucas’s hand.
“And, just what do you think you’re doing?” Damien’s voice sent a shiver down my back. A lion could not have sounded more intimidating.
Lucas squirmed under the hold of Damien Blackwell.
I looked at him, my mouth open in surprise.
Damien squeezed the doctor’s hand harder, eliciting a scream from him.
“How dare you touch her?”
Damien glanced at me.
“What went wrong?” he asked.
I seemed to find her then. “He almost cut the wrong vein, which would have made the patient paralyzed.”
Damien looked back at the doctor with a murderous look in his eyes.
“You almost paralyzed my brother?”
“Your brother?” Lucas sputtered.
Damien pushed him backward so hard that he fell on his butt. Lucas scrambled up to his feet.
Damien grabbed my hand and faced the entire group.
“Hear my words, people. Aria Sinclair is my girlfriend. Any harm that comes to her, you will face the full wrath of the Blackwell family.”
Grace was smiling fully, her eyes holding a dark gleam as she watched the onlookers, some of whom bore envy in their eyes.
James shook his head, a suspicious gleam in his eyes.
Damien looked at me and kissed my cheek, right there in front of everyone.
A wave of emotions crashed into my very being.
I almost stumbled, but Damien caught me around the waist. The way he held me, so calm and protective… I gazed into his eyes.
Damien was looking right into my soul.
“Damien,” I finally said. I pushed myself off and smoothed my uniform.
“How soon can I see my brother?” he asked. His face betrayed no emotion that anything out of the ordinary had happened.
“He is resting now,” I managed. “Maybe in a few hours. You should go, and come back later.”
He shook his head. “I would rather stay here with you and wait.”
Add that to the number of times Damien Blackwell made me speechless.
“In the meantime,” he continued, “why don’t we go over the dinner plans? I want you to be as prepared as possible.
I looked down at his hand, still holding my waist, and I was surprised to find that I did not want him to take it off.
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