His Plaything ||18+

11. Mr. Wentworth

[Bianca]

The last thing I remembered was Grayson's voice shouting, ordering people to get out of the way while one or two others pushed me out of what sounded like an ambulance. My eyelids were heavy and the sounds were blurry and distant.

When I opened my eyes with a sharp gasp, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, a drip attached to my hand. It took a few seconds for my brain to kickstart. Beside me, Grayson was slumped in a chair, head resting on the bed. The moment I shifted, he jerked upright, blinking at me with wide, startled eyes.

"Holy shit! Don't scare me like that, B. What the hell happened?" He shot up from his seat, hovering as if he didn't know what to do with his hands.

I blinked, struggling to process it all. "I... don't know," I replied, shaking my head.

Grayson immediately moved to the door. "Stay put. I'll get the doctor."

He was gone before I could protest, and I sat there in silence, gripping the thin blanket covering my legs. The events before I'd blacked out replayed in my mind: the call, the name 'Anna,' and the feeling that had overwhelmed me. Why did that name hit me so hard? It was like the first clue to figuring out who the donor was. I didn't know anyone named Anna—or at least, I didn't think I did.

Grayson returned with a doctor in tow, and I instantly recognized him as the one who'd performed my heart surgery. His expression was as formal as I remembered.

"Bianca, how are you feeling?" he asked calmly.

I swallowed, my throat dry. "A little... out of it, I guess," I murmured, glancing at Grayson, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, observing quietly.

The doctor nodded, studying me carefully. "Can you tell me what happened? Grayson here said you were on the phone."

My brows creased, suddenly serious as I nodded. "I was on the phone," I began slowly, making sure I didn't say too much. "Someone mentioned a name, and suddenly my heart... it just went crazy." I paused, glancing between them. "I think it might've been my donor's name."

At that, Grayson's expression shifted subtly, Afterall I'd told him that the donor's identity was being kept a secret. The doctor, however, remained impassive. He tilted his head, his gaze sharpening. "And what name was that?"

"Anna," I replied, watching him closely for any reaction. His face remained unreadable.

The doctor shook his head. "That wasn't your donor's name, Bianca."

I felt both disappointed and frustrated at that remark. If he was lying, he was doing a damn good job of hiding it. "Are you sure?" I pressed.

He nodded, calm as ever. "Even if you had heard the donor's name, your heart shouldn't have reacted this way," he said, glancing down at his notes. "It's fascinating... this has never happened before—at least nothing this severe."

My frustration flared. "What's that supposed to mean? What's happening to me?"

The doctor scribbled something on his clipboard before looking back up at me. "Even if a name or place felt familiar, it's meant to be just that—a faint sensation. What you experienced was more than that; it was a seizure. You narrowly escaped a heart attack."

I swallowed, hoping that this wouldn't happen often. "Still... I want to know about my donor."

He sighed, his expression softening a bit. "I'm sorry, Bianca. You signed a contract of non-disclosure, I'm not one to cross the dead. I can't tell you anymore."

I clenched my fists. "So, I'm just supposed to live with this—without any answers?!"

He scribbled something down before speaking again without replying to my questions. "What you're experiencing isn't normal. We need to keep you here for a few more days to run tests, and make observations."