Damion’s wedding invitation cards were ready, he had promised his colleagues at work that he would be sending them his invitation card immediately.
Right now Damion had just finished sharing out his wedding invitation card, these few days at work had been fun-filled as it was from one celebration to another.“I hope you are doing better today?” Damion smiled, placing the back of his palm on the neck of one of his patients.The patient smiled.“With you around, I don't think I will be any worse. You are just the best, doctor.”“I'm just doing my job, sir,” Damion said respectfully.“It's your job and you are doing it well, well done” the man commented.“I should be taking my leave now, I will be back to check up on you soon, for the main time anything you need the nurse will be here to attend to you” Damion announced and then walked out the door.With a smile on his face, Damion walked down the hallway to his office“Nahh I guess let's make this more exciting shall we?” The masked man said with a hidden smile which plastered beneath the scary black leather mask he had on. He passed the gun to his left hand, then he brought out a knife from one of the straps on his legs.“Come here beautiful, I don't bite, let's make this slow and less painful,” he said as he slowly began approaching Bianca who was still full of panic and fear to the extent she couldn't get back to her feet, instead she just used her hands to prop and drag her body further from the man as he approached. “W.. what do you want? Who sent you? Why?” Bianca stuttered. The masked man dropped his hands to his sides.“Oh, that doesn't matter, you are going to die soon anyway, I'm only doing you a favor by not giving you a painful death” “P.. please don't do this” Bianca cried out, her heart racing like she had just been involved in a 400-meter relay race.The masked man got close
Damion could hear faint noises in the background, it sounded like two people were discussing a little bit further from where he was. All these played in his head, his eyes were shut but slowly flew open. His vision was blurry but was gradually becoming clear, Damion could feel a sharp pain at the back of his head. As his vision got clearer, his eyes traveled around and he was surprised to see himself in a room. Being the doctor that he was, Damion was quick to realize that he was in a hospital room. This wasn't the Lance Hospital, Damion was certain about this as the Lance Hospital's choice of bed materials was a presidential white color while this particular hospital he was currently in had a light blue mixed with white color as bedspreads and a choice of paints on the wall. Damion struggled to sit up “Where am I?” In the course of sitting up Damion realized that his head was wrapped with bandages and he was on a drip, he must have lost a lot of blood. “Bianca” Damion murmure
“Dr Damion, I hope you are feeling a lot better now?” Jack smiled. Damion wasn't expecting Jack to be the good Samaritan who had saved him so Damion folded his hands on his chest with a raised eyebrow. “You are the good Samaritan who saved me??” “Well let's just say I had followed you when you left the office, it just felt like there was serious trouble, so I decided to see if my new friend was safe” Jack winked and sat on one of the chairs in the hospital room. “I should be taking my leave now” Bella announced and Damion nodded “See you some other time” “I'm glad I was able to help you out of that situation, I'm sorry I wasn't there on time” Jack pleaded Damion frowned “It's fine, I should be the one thanking you for bringing me to the hospital” “It's nothing, doctor, besides we are friends now aren't we?” “Yes, of course we are,” Damion repli
Damion understood why Bianca's parents had behaved the way they did, what he didn't understand was why it seemed like they had blamed him. He wasn't happy about Bianca's abduction; he hadn't slept properly the previous night, he had been turning and tossing all night, and the thought of Bianca had never left his mind even for a second. Damion came out in the open street, he could see different vehicles, cabs, and people walking around. Damion shook his head “Everyone has problems whether rich or poor” With the wave of his hands a cab parked in front of him and soon they were off on the highway. It didn't take long for the cab to halt in front of a large building that had the Police department boldly written on it. “Dr Damion, you are welcome” A suited man who seemed to be about 5 foot 5 welcomed Damion. “Thank you, Detective Reeves, please tell me, what is the situation of the case”
“Open the door ma'am or we are going to bring it down” detective Reeves warned, his gun was pointed forward towards the door with his finger on the trigger. There was total silence, there was no response from the lady inside the house. Helen walked forward “hold on I got this” She brought out a thin little pin from her pocket and inserted it into the keyhole of the door, she had her ears pressed on the door as she twisted and turned the pin.There was a click sound “There we go” Helen smiled.”it's open”“Doctor, you will have to move back a little bit,” Reeves said to Damion. Reeve took a stance , twisted the door knob and then banged his shoulders against the door and it pushed open. Soon, they were all inside the living room of the apartment, there was no one in sight. Damion frowned “Where did she go?”“Miss Claire Morgan, I will advise you to step out with your hands in the air, we just want to ask a few questions and we will be out” Reeves yelled. There was no response, He
“What the hell are you doing here?” Damion yelled. Malika was the last person he was expecting to see, the least he wanted for himself right now was to bring back old memories.She was the one who dumped him for being poor and now what was her reason for coming here, Damion couldn't wait to find out. “Will you chase a woman who needs shelter?” Malika smirked with her right hand on her waist.Damion frowned, his eyes moving from Malika to the weather condition outside, it was raining heavily, and it didn't look like the rain would be stopping soon. “What happened to cabs? And also why didn't you use your vehicle or even your boyfriend's vehicle” Damion said, emphasizing more on the word boyfriend. “Well, my vehicle was faulty, so I was rushing and didn't use it. Wes is not around presently, and you know I hate taking cabs” Malika narrated.“I see,” Damion replied, staring at her. Her attitude hadn't changed
Steve was a cunning man, Damion knew this when Steve was arrested a few years back for the attempted murder of Bianca where she was hit by a vehicle while returning from a trip. Which was why Damion didn't think Steve's address would be gotten easily, but detective Reeves had proved himself to be a well trained detective, he knew his job so well and after much research and investigation, he had gotten Steve's address within 48 hours. After Damion received the information of Steve's whereabouts, Bella had left to do her own business while Damion rushed down to the police station and together Damion had accompanied both Reeves and his partner Helen to Steve's hideout. Inside a room, Bianca sat on the ground with her back against the wall, her hair was scattered and unkempt, she looked like she was asleep as her eyes were closed.The only way to know she wasn't sleeping was her position of sitting, her head bowed low and her knees folded
Chapter 81Back to work As Damion sat in the cab, he smiled as his eyes lingered out the blinds, he was just so happy that everything had gone well, Bianca had been rescued and Steve, who was the culprit, was already in the police custody. Bianca described Steve as a stalker, she had narrated how Steve had stalked her throughout her stay in Paris. According to her, she knew Steve was a stalker, but she never expected him to kidnap her and try to force his way on her. Damion subconsciously checked his fist, he didn't want to think of what he would have done to Steve if he had laid a finger on Bianca. The cab parked beside a large building which had the inscription of the Lance medical hospital written boldly on it. Today Damion would be resuming work, thanks to his grandfather who had spoken to the chief director of the hospital, informing him he had an important assignment and would be needing Damion's help. A