LIAM'S POV
The night stretched on endlessly as I grappled with the revelations swirling in my mind. Melissa's involvement in the organ trafficking market sent shockwaves through my thoughts, leaving me questioning everything I thought I knew about Sky and his family. Why was his name entangled in such a dangerous web? And how could his own mother be implicated in such nefarious activities?
Lost in my thoughts, I found myself muttering aloud, trying to make sense of the tangled mess before me. "If Melissa is Sky's mom, how is he a target? And why is his name in that journal?" I muttered to myself, frustration evident in my voice.
The next morning, determination fueled my actions as I rose earlier than usual, meticulously grooming myself for the day ahead. A quick text to Sky served as a silent reassurance of my commitment to his safety before I made my way to the hospital.
As I entered the bustling corridors of the hospital, I couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in atmosphere. Whispers followed me like a shadow, nurses exchanging furtive glances and pinching each other in disbelief.
"Is that... Dr. Carter?" one nurse whispered incredulously, her eyes widening in surprise as she caught sight of me.
"He's... the senior doctor?" another nurse murmured, her voice tinged with disbelief as she stole a glance in my direction.
Dr. Stone's warm greeting broke through the hushed murmurs, drawing my attention away from the curious gazes of the nurses. "Welcome, Senior Doctor Carter," he said with a smile, his tone filled with genuine warmth as he extended a hand in greeting.
Despite the weight of responsibility that settled on my shoulders, I couldn't help but notice the whispers that followed me like a trail of breadcrumbs. Some nurses seemed to be in a daze, their gazes fixed on me with a mixture of awe and surprise, while others exchanged knowing looks and subtle nods of approval.
As Dr. Stone led me to my office, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Sky had yet to make an appearance, and the absence gnawed at the pit of my stomach.
Alone in my office, I leaned back in my chair, the events of the previous night replaying in my mind like a broken record. But amidst the uncertainty and doubt, one thing remained steadfast-I had to keep him safe.
The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning, igniting a fierce determination within me. No matter the obstacles that lay ahead, I would do whatever it took to protect Sky from the dangers that lurked in the shadows.
And as I sat there, lost in thought, one thought echoed through my mind with unwavering certainty-I have to keep him safe.
SKY'S POV
I woke up with a start, the blaring of my alarm clock jolting me out of my slumber. Glancing at the time, I cursed under my breath-I was late again. With a flurry of motion, I scrambled to groom myself, hastily throwing on my scrubs before racing out the door.
Arriving at the hospital, I was met with the stern gaze of Dr. Stone, his disappointment evident in the furrow of his brow. "You're late again, Sky. Let this be your final warning," he admonished, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"I'm sorry, sir. I was caught up in traffic," I lied, hoping to placate his ire.
As I made my way through the hospital corridors, Dennis came bounding towards me, excitement written all over his face. "Sky, you won't believe it! We've got a new senior doctor, and he's hot!"
I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Hot? Shouldn't a senior doctor be someone experienced and old enough?" I questioned, puzzled by Dennis's enthusiasm.
But Dennis shook his head, his grin widening. "This guy is different, Sky. They say he's the youngest senior doctor the hospital has ever had. And his name is Carter."
Carter... the name sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. Shrugging off my confusion, I followed Dennis as we went about our usual tasks, the anticipation of meeting this mysterious new doctor gnawing at the back of my mind.
Lunchtime rolled around, and we found ourselves in the hospital cafeteria. Unable to resist, I eavesdropped on the conversations around me, the female nurses gushing over the new doctor. My curiosity piqued, I couldn't help but wonder who this Dr. Carter was.
A smile tugged at my lips as I glanced at my phone, seeing Liam's good morning text. Dennis, ever the jokester, couldn't resist teasing me. "Someone here is in love," he quipped, eliciting laughter from the other nurses.
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I denied his playful accusation, eager to change the subject. Returning to work, I attended to my patients, a sense of pride swelling within me when one of them remarked on the resemblance between myself and my mother, Dr. Melissa.
The comparison brought a warmth to my chest, a sense of connection to the mother I admired so much. As I shared the news with Hilda during our phone call, her laughter filled the air, her teasing inquiries about Liam bringing a smile to my face.
But amidst the lighthearted banter, one thought remained constant-I couldn't shake the desire to meet this new senior doctor, the man who had taken over my mother's position. He must be a remarkable individual, I mused, eager to see for myself what kind of person he was.
As the day wore on, the anticipation only grew stronger, fueled by curiosity and a hint of excitement. And as I prepared for my night shift, a single thought echoed through my mind-I really want to meet this senior doctor. He must be one cool guy.
The night air hung heavy with an eerie stillness as I sat at the reception desk, bathed in the dim glow of the laptop screen. It was 8 o'clock, and the hospital corridors seemed to echo with a sense of foreboding.
My eyes flickered to the surveillance footage, capturing the entrance where three imposing figures, clad in sleek black suits, strode purposefully into the building. My heart skipped a beat as I watched them approach, their demeanor exuding an aura of danger that sent shivers down my spine.
They inquired about Dr. Stone's office, their voices low and gravelly, sending a chill through the otherwise silent night. With a sense of apprehension, I directed them to their destination, unable to shake the feeling of unease that settled over me like a suffocating blanket.
Minutes passed like hours as I watched them on the screen, anticipation coiling in the pit of my stomach. When they emerged from Dr. Stone's office, my breath caught in my throat. The briefcase they had carried upon their arrival was conspicuously absent, replaced by an air of inscrutable satisfaction that sent a shiver down my spine.
I couldn't help but wonder what transpired behind closed doors, what clandestine dealings unfolded in the dead of night. Were they emissaries of the underworld, their motives shrouded in secrecy and intrigue? Or did Dr. Stone harbor secrets darker than I dared to imagine?
As they exited the hospital, my mind raced with questions, each more unsettling than the last. What was Dr. Stone's connection to these men? What secrets did he possess that warranted such clandestine meetings under the cover of darkness?
The night whispered its secrets, but the truth remained elusive, hidden in the shadows cast by the flickering fluorescent lights. And as I sat alone in the empty reception, the unanswered question lingered in the air like a haunting refrain:
What's Dr. Stone's deal with these men?
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IRREVERSIBLE (BXB)
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