• The Judge Of That

Trevor barged into the room. “What the hell is going on here!” He barked loudly.

Darren paid him little attention as he was trying to stabilize Cyrus's vitals. “I asked you a question, didn't I?!”

The doctor gritted his teeth and was fed up. He spun around and faced Trevor. “If you don't stand there and keep quiet and let me work then Cyrus is going to die so make your choice.”

Although reluctant, there was nothing he could do but listen to the doctor.

Darren kept trying until finally Cyrus's heart rate stabilized. Trevor watched anxiously from the corner rubbing his face with his palms.

His distrust for the doctors sprang up and he couldn't help but ask. “What are you doing, doctor , why is it taking you so long?”

“If you stand there and continue to breathe down my neck and anything happens to Cyrus it will be your fault.”

His nostrils flared as he exhaled sharply, given the doctor a dangerous glare. He slowly backed away from the room and went back outside where the other henchman