Dear Husband (VegasPete)

Chapter 11

"It's Dusvinol."

Vegas blinked, "The aphrodisiac?"

The doctor nodded as he closed Pete's laboratory results, "It's an aphrodisiac in small amounts but if consumed in larger quantities, then..." the doctor pointed at Pete who was lying weakly on the hospital bed. His face was pale with slightly blue lips, an IV was attached to him.

"Is it dangerous?" Vegas asked worriedly. His hand held Pete's slightly cold hand.

"Once the substance is out of his system, he will be fine." The doctor explained, "His body temperature is starting to return to normal and he has stopped vomiting. We'll watch him closely, but I don't think there's anything to worry about. Although..."

The doctor seemed hesitant to continue, "Yes?" Vegas urged him.

The doctor looked at Vegas, "Dusvinol isn't an easy drug to find on the market." She muttered, "Knowing that your husband accidentally consumed a large amount of it..."

There was no need for the doctor to tell him about the drug, he knew it quiet well, "I understand, but please keep it a secret, doctor."

The doctor nodded slightly then left the room.

Vegas sighed. He dragged a chair nearby so he could sit right next to Pete's bed. He touched Pete's forehead then adjusted the blanket so that it covered his body better before finally sitting back down and observing Pete.

Even though his face was pale, Pete actually looked better than few hours ago. He continued to shiver and vomit in the car, making those in the car panic on the way to the hospital. However, after receiving treatment and IV, his condition immediately improved and he was able to sleep.

A slight knock on the door, Porsche's head suddenly appeared from behind the door, "Boss, we are back."

Vegas made a hand gesture, allowing Porsche and Nop to enter.

"Here's a change of clothes, boss." Nop handed him a small suitcase, "Please change it right now." he said as he covered his nose.

Vegas rolled his eyes. He knew he smelled bad but he had no choice, Pete threw up while in his arms. The hospital immediately changed Pete's clothes into a hospital robe, but Vegas refused to change into the same hospital robe. He had to wait in messy and smelly clothes until his butlers got a replacement.

Thank goodness the doctor could bear to talk to him.

Vegas without hesitation took off his clothes then put on new clothes, "Nop, throw this in the trash." He gave his dirty clothes to Nop.

"You want to throw it away?" Porsche asked surprised.

Vegas raised an eyebrow, "Do you want it?"

"Err... No..." Porsche replied, "I just thought that you threw out everything you and Pete wore today without much thought."

"I don't have time to think about such simple things, Porsche." Vegas answered nonchalantly while sitting back in his chair. Clothes were the least of his concerns at the moment.

"So how's Pete?" Porsche asked as he looked at Pete.

"He should be okay." Vegas answered.

"Did they find out what's drugs inside his drink, boss?" Nop asked.

Vegas fell silent. He didn't want to answer but the sharp gazes from Porsche and Nop bothered him, "Dusvinol."

"What's that?" Porsche obviously had never heard of the name of the drug, but Nop knew the drug. He just looked at Vegas but didn't say anything.