Chapter 53 CHAPTER 053
Soren paces from one end of the hospital lobby to the other, biting his nails as anxiety gnaws at his nerves.
He hates it, and he hates it even more that it takes the doctor forever to come out of the emergency room. He’s not close to the man, but the alpha had gotten hurt trying to protect him, not that he needed any protection. To them, Soren is a beta, and obviously, he isn’t weak.
Another thirty minutes pass, and finally the doors open, and Dr. Mira steps out, wearing a nose mask and bloody gloves. Soren immediately approaches her.
“How is he?” he asks almost breathlessly.
The beta takes off her mask. “He has lost a lot of blood, and right now, the hospital is short on his blood type. I’ve already informed the unit; we’re calling for more blood, but it’s delayed. Currently, there’s no donor for the AB+ type.”
“I am AB+,” the words leave Soren’s lips before he can stop to rethink them. The man saved his life; the least Soren can do is give him his blood.
Dr. Mira immediately breaks into a smile. “That’s wonderful, Mr. Fox. Come with me right away.”
Soren gives a flat smile, but the moment they turn to head towards the blood unit, they come face to face with Reign’s secretary, and standing beside him is another man.
“Mr. Fox won’t be giving his blood. I brought Mr. Flix here; he is an AB+ donor.”
The smile on Dr. Mira’s face twitches for a moment. Her gaze shifts between Soren and the two men standing in front of them, her expression turning more professional and guarded. “That’s… good. The sooner we get the blood, the better.”
“I said I can do it,” Soren cuts in, his voice sharper than intended.
The secretary’s gaze slides to him, calm and unreadable as always. “That won’t be necessary, Mr. Fox.”
Soren lets out a dry laugh, one that doesn’t carry any humor. “Not necessary? He’s in there because of me.”
“And he will be taken care of; there is no need for you to involve yourself further. Mr. Montgomery ordered me to take care of and watch over you. I’m simply doing my job, and that’s stopping you from getting hurt further.”
Soren scoffs at the mention of the enigma. The mere name leaves a bitter taste in his throat, recalling how they parted ways last time before the cold, impenetrable man vanished from the surface of the earth after using Soren during his whole rut. Soren again scoffs bitterly.
“I’ll leave you two to chat. I’ve got a patient to save. “Let’s go, Mr. Fliex,” Dr. Mira says to the donor as she walks down the hall, with him following behind her, while Soren watches them until they disappear.
Instantly, Soren turns to the secretary, crossing his arms over his chest. “What else did your boss order you to do?”
“Ensure your safety and prevent you from making decisions that may complicate matters,” he replies evenly.
Soren lets out a humorless laugh. “Complicate matters? You mean thinking for myself and doing whatever I want?
“That is not what I said, Mr. Fox.”
The blankness of the secretary infuriates Soren to no end. It reminds him of the Enigma. It’s always that cold, blank face, almost as if nothing can faze it. Even when he fucked Soren to oblivion. It’s as if he’s made out of bricks, and Soren hates it.
“It’s what you meant,” he snaps, taking a step towards the secretary, a look of hate and anger flashing on his face as if it were the secretary who personally offended him. “First, he disappears after everything, and now he’s sending you around to babysit me?” He snorts and rolls his eyes, walking over to the bench at the side of the lobby and sitting down.
“You are just a secretary; what do you know other than following orders?” he murmurs under his breath.
Everything is Soren’s fault—his fault for getting infatuated and giving himself willingly to a cold-hearted enigma and expecting a little too much in return.
Soren exhales a sigh and leans his head back on the wall, stretching his legs out and staring at the ceiling, waiting patiently.
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After what feels like eternity, Soren is finally allowed to see Sylvester, who lies wide awake on his bed. Soren drags a hand chair and sits beside the bed.
Sylvester blinks slowly at him, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re still here."
“You saved me back there. I won’t leave until I’m sure you’re alright,” Soren tells him with a small smile.
Sylvester slowly shakes his head. “I took you to the excursion; it was my responsibility to take care of you. Reign would have my head if I let anything happen to his beloved fiancée.”
Soren almost snorts but stops himself. As if the enigma cared about anyone but himself. “You didn’t have to. I could take care of myself just fine. You could have been badly hurt.”
Suddenly, Sylvester reaches out, slowly taking hold of Soren’s hand in his weak, shaky hand, stroking it with a thumb. “You are precious to the Montgomery family. I won’t stand by and watch you get hurt.”
Soren stares at the way Sylvester holds his hand gently, as if he’s the most delicate thing in the world. Soren swallows the lump in his throat and attempts to withdraw his hand, but the alpha refuses to release it. His grip is weak yet stubborn, his fingers trembling slightly as they curl around Soren's, while his eyes stay glued on Soren’s face, almost as if he’s unable to look away.
“I’ll never let you get hurt." Sylvester continues to stroke Soren’s palm.
“Mr. Fox,”
The sound of his name makes Soren jerk, and instantly, he pulls his hand forcefully from Sylvester’s grasp and turns to Reign’s secretary like a kid who has committed a crime. He raises a questioning brow at the beta, concealing the fact that for a moment, he is glad the secretary interrupted whatever was happening a second ago.
“I’m getting late, Mr. Fox. It’s time to return home.”
Soren bolts to his feet in speed and then turns to Syvester. “He's right; I should leave now. Thank you once again, Syvester.”
A small, weak smile stretches across Syvester’s face. “It was my pleasure,”
With that, Soren doesn’t say anything more as he follows the secretary out of the room while a pair of eyes drills a hole through his back.
As soon as they’re gone, Syvester pulls himself to a sitting position, yanking the IV needle from his veins, and a few seconds later, Dr. Mira walks into the room with a bag of blood and a shake of her head.
Syvester curses under his breath. Couldn't believe he got hurt for nothing.