Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

I didn’t say anything, but so far, I was still willing to give Colin the benefit of the doubt. After all, how many people would take a bullet for someone else out of sheer concern? That could kill them.

“Phoebe…it hurts so bad; it’s all his fault. If he hadn’t dragged you around, I wouldn’t have gotten hurt. He’s bad news.” Colin clung to me, casting a warning glance at Finn, “Promise me you won’t go out alone with him again, okay?”

“Okay.” I nodded. In that moment, I definitely had to agree with him.

“Caleb, you’re missing your true calling in the theater.” Finn hissed between clenched teeth, “Freakin‘ lunatic, nutcase!” Finn, clearly agitated, kicked a trash can by the door.

“Phoebe, he scared me.” Colin said plaintively. “Doc, I think he might have that mania thing.”

The doctor frowned, eyeing Finn, “Sir, you just damaged hospital property. You need to cover the costs, and if there’s nothing else, please leave.”

I was a bit miffed myself, “Finn, if there’s nothing else, you can go.”

Finn opened his mouth to retort but ended up just pointing an angry finger at Colin, “Keep acting, man. Nobody does it better than you.” RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

And with that, Finn turned on his heel and left. It was clear the two weren’t playing in the same league.

“Phoebe, it hurts so much,” Colin clung to me, suddenly crying out in fear.

I looked nervously at the doctor, “Doc, could you be a bit gentler? He’s really afraid of pain.”

The doctor adjusted his glasses, pausing with his cotton–swabbed hand mid–air. “Why don’t you check if I’ve actually touched him? Plus, the nurse already administered an anesthetic; he shouldn’t be feeling pain right now.”

He hadn’t even touched Colin yet, and the guy was already screaming.

I offered an awkward smile, “Sorry about that.”

“Lucky for him, the wound isn’t deep. He’ll need a few days of IV antibiotics after we stitch him. up.” The doctor said as he worked, “Keep it dry these days, and just clean off any blood on the skin.”

I nodded earnestly.

Colin rested his head on my shoulder, sobbing quietly.

“Does it hurt a lot?” I whispered, surprised at my own pang of sympathy.

Colin’s eyes were red, “Phoebe, I’m so thirsty.”

“You’ve lost a lot of blood; don’t drink too much water all at once. I’ll prescribe some glucose

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oral solution. Pick it up from the pharmacy and let him sip on that,” the doctor instructed,

Nodding. I hurried to my feet, “You wait here; I’ll go get it for you.”

Colin nodded in agreement.

I dashed out of the treatment room, nearly reaching the ground–floor pharmacy before! realized I’d left my phone behind in my rush.

I hurried back to retrieve it, but the elevator was too crowded, so I opted for the stairwell instead.

Colin was on the third floor, but as I reached the second, a loud crash and a scream stopped me dead in my tracks.

Someone had fallen down the stairs?

Just as I was about to go and check, I saw Colin holding a bat, his expression icy as he descended the steps, mercilessly striking the bruised and swollen figure on the ground. His face was emotionless. The pallor from blood loss made his eyes appear even more sinister. “Please, please spare me. Mr. Henry Langley sent me to keep an eye on you and Ms. Larson, said to get rid of the baby. I didn’t lay a hand on her, I swear; I haven’t done anything. Please, have mercy,” the man kneeling on the ground begged.

I stood in shock.

Was this Colin? Had I seen wrong? Just moments ago he was crying from the pain of getting stitches.

“You touch her? Then you deserve to die,” Colin raised the bat, his eyes filled with an icy deathly intent.

I felt an illusion; he was about to kill someone.

“Colin,” afraid I was mistaken, I called his name softly.

Colin’s body stiffened, his back to me. I couldn’t see his face, only his menacing silhouette. Dropping the bat, he turned around, his eyes suddenly brimming with tears, “Phoebe, I’m scared. He was following me; he hit me.”