Vincent froze, momentarily stunned. As he watched her purposeful stride toward the door, a subtle smile played at the corners of his mouth.
The surgery demanded four grueling hours. When it was finally complete, Katelyn made her way back to the ward without a word, collapsing onto the bed and surrendering immediately to sleep. Vincent’s whereabouts didn’t even cross her mind—at that moment, rest was her entire world.
She drifted in dark stillness until consciousness began to tug at her—a noisy disturbance piercing through her exhaustion. Though her mind yearned to wake, her body felt leaden, trapped between sleep and awareness.
Katelyn’s brow furrowed at the intrusion. In one fluid motion, she pushed herself upright, the sudden movement silencing the arguing voices that had filled the ward.
Then, a middle-aged man stormed toward her bed. Without warning, his palm cracked across her cheek as he snarled, “How dare you take up such a large room? Get out!”
The blow landed squarely, catching Katelyn in her still-dazed state. She hadn’t yet gathered her bearings enough to understand what was happening.
The nurses who had been arguing with the middle-aged man froze in horror before rushing to her side. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” one asked, her voice trembling with anxiety. The implications were heavy—the moment word reached the director that Hades had been assaulted under their watch, they would likely all be fired.
Recognition dawned through Katelyn’s clearing fog. The man was Bruno Johns, a face she’d glimpsed briefly before entering the operating room. He was family to the patient she’d just operated on. Her eyes locked onto Bruno, the warmth of sleep replaced by arctic cold. “You better give me an explanation,” she said, each word sharp as a surgeon’s blade. “What does it matter to you that I’m sleeping in this bed?”
Bruno had never seen Hades’ face before, so to him, the woman before him was just a stranger. After all, Katelyn had entered the operating room earlier wearing a mask.
He pointed angrily at the hospital bed where she had been lying. “My father was just about to leave the ICU, but they told us there were no rooms available! And here you are, healthy as can be, occupying an entire VIP suite. Isn’t that just shameless?!”
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Bruno had initially thought the hospital was simply full, but then he discovered that the occupant of this VIP suite wasn’t even a patient. What’s more, this person was wearing a doctor’s uniform, clearly abusing the privileges of the hospital. A perfectly good VIP suite was sitting empty for genuine patients because a doctor had decided to use it for personal needs.
Katelyn got up from the bed, her expression cold as she confronted Bruno’s angry look. “I paid for this suite myself. Why shouldn’t I use it? If your father doesn’t have a room, didn’t the nurses find an alternative for him?”
She might not handle room assignments herself, but Katelyn knew the hospital’s protocols well. No nurse would move a patient out of the ICU without securing another room first. Certainly not for a patient fresh out of surgery. They wouldn’t just leave him in a hallway. Bruno was causing unnecessary trouble. There had to be another reason for his actions.
The nurse, worried Katelyn might be misunderstood, quickly explained, “We did find a room for him, but all the VIP suites were occupied. We assigned him to a shared double room, but he was not satisfied.”
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