HIS DAME

Chapter 47

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Sam stood with a start, the sterile smell of the hospital room suffocating him. Without a second thought, he ripped the IV syringe from his arm, blood dripping down as the tube dangled from his wrist. The nurse gasped, rushing over.

"Sir, you can't leave yet—"

Sam shot her a fierce glare, his eyes dark and seething with intensity.

"Get out of my way."

Ignoring her protests, he swung his legs off the bed, his muscles protesting in pain, but it didn't matter. He had to move. He stormed past the staff, the doctor trying to intercept him in vain. "Mr., you're in no condition to—"

Sam didn't even hear him. Pushing the door open, he spotted the man who had brought him in, waiting by the entrance. Sam paused briefly, his chest heaving.

"Thanks.," he muttered, his voice rough but sincere, before striding out of the hospital, into the cold air. He hailed a cab, slamming the door behind him. He barked the address to the driver, urgency coating his voice.

The driver raised an eyebrow but didn't question it, slamming his foot on the accelerator. Sam sat back, clenching and unclenching his fists, his mind racing.

Aurora...

The thought of her name sent panic coursing through his veins, a feeling he wasn't used to.

How could he have been so blind? His pulse quickened, not just from his physical exhaustion, but from something deeper— fear. The fear of losing her, of being late.

When the cab screeched to halt in front of the Wyatt mansion, Sam jumped out, tossing cash at the driver before storming through the gates. His determination was palpable as he entered the dimly lit foyer, his boots echoing against the marble floors. He made a beeline for the elevator, punching the button for the second floor, Nedvar and Hermione's floor.

As the elevator dinged open, Sam stepped out, only to be stopped by Steve, the guard.

"Hold it right there, Sam," Steve's voice was firm, though not hostile, his eyes narrowing at Sam's devastated state, but he had to be unfazed as it was his work.

He was Ethan's guard responsible now for both Ethan and Hermione after Nedvar's marriage with Hermione. Over the past months, he and Sam had developed a bond— two men who protected what mattered most, even if their paths were different.  

Sam's breath was ragged, his body shaking from both exhaustion and fear. "Move, Steve," he said through gritted teeth, though Sam and Steve had good terms, because of the one thing common among them, that is that, they both are loyal to their boss.

Steve frowned, sensing something off. Sam wasn't one to let emotions control him. He was usually the picture of icy control, even in the worst times. But now... something has changed.

"Steve, move, I said," Sam growled this, desperation creeping into his voice.

Steve raised an eyebrow. "Sam, you can't just walk in. Capo's orders, can't be neglected!"