“Get her to the emergency room, now!”
“Laura!”
Chaos swept through the lounge as Laura began vomiting blood again. Red liquid trickled down her hand, slipping between her trembling fingers. Her face was drained of color, and blood smeared across her lips, making her look almost otherworldly. Her eyes, rimmed with red, were wide with hurt and pain, so intense she looked like she’d just clawed her way out of hell.
The poison made her whole body shake, her muscles locked tight with every spasm. After another round of blood, her strength gave out, and she collapsed onto the bed. The world spun around her, and everything blurred at the edges. Through that haze, she saw the man standing at the door. He just stood there, cold and unmoved. Even his expression felt distant, like he couldn’t care less. That hit her the hardest, a chill creeping into her bones as something awful started to dawn on her.
As the nurses rushed her bed past Franco, she reached for him, desperate for just a touch.
Franco…
Can’t you see I’m hurting? Why won’t you come over, even just for a second? Why do you keep looking at me with those icy eyes? All I ever wanted was a little more of your attention.
I love you so much…
Her hand, smeared with blood and drained of color, tried so hard to reach out, but she was just too weak. Her fingers brushed against nothing, and she clenched her fist anyway. All she felt was the sharp sting as her nails dug into her palm.
Laura’s eyes flew open, caught by the blinding lights overhead in the emergency room. Everything was spinning, and she squeezed her eyes shut, falling hard into unconsciousness.
…
Time passed, second by second.
Franco wasn’t waiting outside the emergency room like anyone else would’ve expected. Instead, he was up on the top floor, outside a special ICU. He paused in front of the door and typed a code onto a panel.

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