Chapter 47 Blood for blood
I carried Charlotte in my arms as I ran into the hospital. “I need a doctor! My wife is dying! “I shouted at the top of my lungs.
By the time I got home, she had already passed out; her dress was stained with the blood she had coughed up.
A nurse, dressed in a pair of blue pants and a blue shirt, rushed to me. “Sir, please calm down; the doctors will get to you shortly….”
“They will treat my wife now, or so help me God!” I shouted. My soldiers immediately pulled out their guns and aimed it at the staff. “Treat her now…or everybody fucking dies!”
Everybody shook with fear; they immediately showed us to a room, and two doctors and a nurse rushed to check her.
Their voices slowly turned audible; my ears rang as I watched my wife fighting for her life on the hospital bed.
My heart dropped as she suddenly began to convulse. They tried to hold her down; I could hear the doctors talking in haste, but their voices were just a low hum.
The beeping of the monitors seemed to grow louder each second. I turned around and marched out of the room; I couldn't stand the sight anymore.
I gazed at my hands; they were stained with my wife's blood. Celeste made her bleed. My jaw clenched.
I raked my hand through my hair and paced around the halls; my soldiers all stood and watched me, unsure of what to say or do.
Only Marcus stepped forward and approached me. “Boss, she will be alright, I promise,” he assured. “Nothing will happen to her.”
“I'm going to kill her,” I growled. “Celeste will pay for this. I fucking swear!” I clenched my fingers into a fist and slammed it against the wall. Over and over until my knuckles bled.
My chest heaved, and my fists clenched tight. I was going insane, and the only person who had the power to keep me sane was in there fighting for her life.
An hour later, a doctor emerged from the room. I quickly walked to him and asked him, “How is she?”
The doctor, dressed in white scrubs, wore a tired expression on his face. “She ingested poison…”
“I know that. I asked how she is.” I waited impatiently.
“She is better,” my heart felt relieved as I heard his words.
“Can I see her?”
“Yes, but she is asleep right now and will wake up in a few minutes or hours.”
I immediately walked past him and into the room; some of my soldiers followed closely behind.
The strong smell of anesthetic filled the brightly lit room; Charlotte's bed was in the middle of the room; she had drips fixed on her, and they had changed her clothes. I drew closer, the monitor beeping slowly.
“Charlotte,” I said in a soft tone; her eyes were closed, and some strands of her hair stuck to her forehead due to the sweat. I reached for her face and gently brushed the hair off her forehead with my fingers.
I placed my fingers on my wrist and sighed with relief as I felt a pulse.
Just then a nurse walked in; she moved and handed one of the soldiers a bag. “What's that?” I asked.
She turned to face me. “It's the young lady's dress, sir,” she gestured to Charlotte.
“How long is my wife going to be here for?” I inquired, my voice low and dangerous.
“For four days, we have to keep checking her health,” she clasped her hands together as she spoke.
“Move her to a private room; I’ll pay for it.” I took a step forward as I spoke.
The nurse nodded. “I'll get it done right now, sir.”
One of my soldiers stepped forward, a phone pressed against his ear. “Mr. Alexander has saved Ezera.”
I turned to look at him; I had forgotten about them. Thankfully, Ezera was well. “And Celeste?”
“She has been shot.”
My brow raised; if Celeste died, then Charlotte suffered for nothing. I needed her alive so that she could suffer a pain much worse than death. “Tell me she's still alive.”
“I'm not sure….” His voice trailed off with uncertainty.
“Give me that,” I hissed as I grabbed the phone from him and pressed it against my ear. “Save Celeste's life; make sure she doesn't die.”
The soldier on the other end of the phone froze for a second; I could tell he was surprised at my order, “Yes, boss.”
I hung up on the call and handed it back to the soldier. “Give my wife and me some privacy,” I instructed, and they all left instantly.
I moved to sit beside Charlotte and slipped my fingers into hers. “I'm going to make her pay for what she did to you,” I whispered. “I swear.”
I sat with her for hours wondering if she felt any pain. Her chest heaved as she breathed steadily. I grabbed a handkerchief from my pocket and wiped the sweat off her face with it.
I wished she were awake to tell me how she felt, where it hurt, and if she was hungry.
Sigh.
I turned around in frustration as I heard a knock on the door. I walked to the door and opened it; my soldier stood before me.
“What do you want?” I growled softly.
“Celeste has been treated, but she hasn't woken up yet. What are your orders, sir?”
“Take her to one of my torture houses; I'll meet you there.”
He nodded and walked away from the door.
I walked back into the room; my feet made a gentle thud against the tiled floor as I moved to her.
I squeezed her hand; even in sickness she looked like an angel. “I'll make everything right…I promise.”
I leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips, and then I turned around, about to make a woman beg for death.
I arrived at the location a few minutes later; the building was filled with torture devices, which I used to get information out of my enemies, not for Celeste… Well, it's different.
My soldiers all greeted me as I walked past them, but I didn't rest; my gaze was fixed on Celeste, who lay flat on a bench, her chest heaving as she slept peacefully. My soldiers had strapped her to the table, good.
My gaze moved to the bandages around her stomach; its color was stained with blood.
I reached for the bandage, my fingers hovering over the blood-stained part. With gritted teeth, I pressed my finger against it.
Celeste's eyes flung open, and she let out a loud, guttural scream.
“Oh…look who's awake.” A psychotic smile formed on my lips; the pain in her eyes was a breath of fresh air.