Dorian's POV
I settled back into the seat, antiseptic fumes hitting my nostrils hard. Suddenly I was ten years old again—planted in countless hospital rooms, meeting doctor after doctor, watching nurses flash those rehearsed smiles while they promised I'd heal fast.
My left hand found its way to the scar automatically, rough and bumpy skin snapping me back to reality.
Elena crossed my mind. I needed her right now—for business reasons, naturally—but she was tied up.
I stared through the window at people streaming in and out of the hospital entrance.
"Ready to go, sir?" Axel cut through my thoughts.
Dealing with Lexie at home wasn't happening, and visiting Woody was off the table. That left one option.
"Yeah. Head to the office."
"You got it, boss." Axel fired up the engine.
My phone buzzed and I grabbed it instantly. "Hey, mother."
"Why are you dodging my calls?" Vivienne's voice cut sharp.
"I've been swamped," I said back.
"Did you see my text?"
"Yeah, I saw it."
