Dr Mitchell's Doctors rushed over to the old man and tried to get him to calm down. It was impossible for them as they had no idea how to calm him down. Although they have been doctors for decades, the old man's sickness was a rare case and it needed precise treatments cause any wrong mistake or wrong medication given to him, would mean his death. The other doctors all looked at Damien, staring at him accusingly. Whatever he had done, got the old man in his situation and it was enough evidence to prove he had a mission. They were all on edge until the old man stopped moving, but his breathing was hagged, and his blood pressure kept dropping. He was still in danger which threatened to take his life in a few minutes. Charlotte stepped forward and pointed her finger at Damien. She pushed him and cried out, "What did you do to my grandfather? This is all your fault. You wanted to kill him and now, you have succeeded!"Damien drew his brows seeing what Dr Mitchell was up to. He warned
The room was left in silence as they all averted their attention to Damien. Dr Mitchell's face was covered in horror and that meant one thing. "No!" Charlotte cried out loud. "No, you killed him!" She stood up and ran to Damien, grabbing his shirt. "How dare you? Why did you do this? What do you want me to do now he's dead?""Please calm down. I wouldn't kill your grandfather," he replied, which didn't sit well with the doctors present. "He has stopped breathing. I can't feel his purse," Dr Mitchell pointed out. It was something they couldn't prevent, but at least, he was happy he wouldn't be accused of killing him. He knew his medication had a hand in his death, but Damien would be the one to get punished for it. All he had to do was make everyone turn against the young man. "He is not dead," Damien answered confidently. He understood their pain, but they were too quick to conclude. Before he could explain further, Charlotte gave him a slap which took him aback. He placed his ha
Dr Mitchell walked forward and checked the old man, trying to see for himself. He was alive and didn't seem to be in danger anymore. His eyes widened, knowing the young man's treatment worked and not his. He remained mute, not knowing what to say.Eleanor placed her hand on her chest in relief. She had lost all hope. She walked forward to her grandfather and fell on her knee before him. "But he is not completely out of danger now," Damien informed, getting their attention to him again. Eleanor quickly stood up and faced him, "What do you need? Just mention it and it would be given to you," she said. Her eyes were filled with hope and trust for Damien. Damien nodded and took a glimpse at the old man. He stared at him for a while before he said, "I don't have the medication with me so I will have to leave to get it ready."She nodded and hurriedly picked up her purse, "Where are you going to? How much do you need? Just let me know and I will provide everything," she answered and brou
Damien slowly turned and faced her. "Going home," he lied. He had no home. Eleanor rolled her eyes and let out a deep breath, "You have to stay here. I can't let you go. You are the only doctor I trust with my grandfather. Please, don't leave," she pleaded.He promised to take care of the old man and leaving would be wrong of him. But, he had a life. He wanted to take a deep breath and think of what to do next to stand back on his feet. Taking a step forward, he wanted to object to her request, but she pleaded, "Please. What if something happens at night? What if he's in sudden need of medication?"She was right. Although he was stable, a lot could happen at night. He let out a deep breath and answered, "Alright then. I am your grandfather's doctor and I need to be conscious."The corners of her lips quirked up and her heart gladdened. She let out a deep breath of relief and faced the doctors of the hospital. "I want you all to prepare the best room for Dr Damien. He should have the
A few minutes ago...Eleanor walked out of the hospital and met her car ready for her with her driver standing by the car. She got closer and instructed him to take her to a restaurant. Before she entered the car, she saw her sister walking to her. "I thought you wouldn't come with me," she said when she got closer. "I am not going with you. I'm out for a while and I do need some rest. At least, grandfather is better now and I can have a good sleep," Charlotte answered. Eleanor twisted her lips trying to hide her smile, but it didn't go unnoticed by Charlotte. "What is it?" She questioned. "Well, you were adamant about throwing Damien out, but now, you look so calm about it all," she answered. Charlotte let out a deep breath and put her hands in her pocket. "Grandfather is alive. I have the man to thank and besides, I am feeling so guilty for pushing him away." She looked around and found her car parked and ready for her. "Anyway, I need to leave now. Take good care of our guest,
Damien walked into the VIP room where Mr Whyte was. He was still unconscious but his health had improved greatly. He did his daily routine of checking him up, and the corners of his lips curled up seeing the improvements. He picked up his pen and wrote down the progress on his notepad before he faced the nurse and instructed, "Do let me know if there is a slight change. Even though he is stable now, we still need to watch him carefully.""Alright, doctor," she replied and proceeded to tug the old man properly. Damien looked at his wristwatch and clicked his tongue seeing how late he was. He would need to get ready in twenty minutes for the gala. Eleanor already told him that a car would pick him up from the hospital. Letting out a deep breath, he walked out and went to his room on the top floor. It was safe to call it his room as he had gotten accustomed to living in it.It's been a week since the last humiliation that almost got him to jail. It's been a week since Mr Whyte survive
Damien stared at Bianca as she walked into the hall with a smile plastered across her lips. The smile he remembered clearly. He watched as she was led towards her seat by a staff, not taking notice of him. Eleanor's lips curled up into a satisfied smile when she saw Bianca walk in, just as she wanted. Since Damien had helped her, she vowed to help him out of the mess going on in his life. "Bianca is here," Damien said to Eleanor who nodded. "Yes, she was invited. Her company is promising and this is the right place to get an audience. Couldn't let her pass this one," she answered nonchalantly, still not taking her gaze away from Bianca who was seated comfortably, without the knowledge of her being the center of a discussion. "I never expected her to be here," he muttered and laughed a bit, trying to hide the shock of suddenly seeing her. "I was so busy that I didn't have a chance to tell you," Eleanor lied and tightened her hand around his arm, "Anyway, she is here now. You can u
Over the week Bianca had been busy planning for the gala she was invited to and dealing with her divorce, which was still a secret from everyone. Many who didn't know about the divorce kept asking about Damien, making it hard for her. Finally, the gala night came and just as she prepared over the week she was ready. She thought of focusing on her work and having a great night, that way, she would forget about Damien, so she thought. When she walked into the venue she decided to keep every thought out and meet clients to help establish her business. But when she sighted Damien, her heart almost burst out of her chest. What was he doing in the party hall? The gala was meant for top-known business people, and he was the least on that list. He left with nothing after their divorce, and it won't be possible to get a connection quickly that would bring him to the gala. Curious about it, she went to meet him. He was with an older man she didn't recognize. She wasn't bothered about who h