━ BC Medical Center, Meteor Hills ━
Scott was still lying on the hospital bed, a tired look stamped on his face. Several fresh white bandages covered his cheek, the sides of his eyes, and the bridge of his nose. A sleek black medical cast hugged his right arm from wrist to elbow.
The room itself looked far too expensive for his liking.
Spotless marble tiles, silent air conditioning, and that faint smell of sterile luxury.
The kind of place only the very rich got to bleed in.
It was quiet too. Deathly quiet.
Well… except for the television in the corner.
"The footage you're seeing now is from last night."
The anchor said.
"Lady Adira Crowe, CEO of Crowe Enterprises, arriving at Blue Cross Medical Center via ambulance."
Scott's eyes tiredly flicked up to the screen.
And there she was—Adira—being lowered from an ambulance on a stretcher, looking half-dead but still far too composed for someone who'd been blown up hours ago.
