Somto's voice sliced through the room, low and sharp with restrained anger.
The nurse froze. So did the doctor.
"Can't you see there are males in the room?" Somto added, eyes blazing.
Silence fell like a dropped weight.
The medical staff stared at him, unsure whether to explain or step back. It was a check up. Standard. Routine. Gender hadn't mattered, it was a medical setting, after all. And they were all trained professionals.
If anything, they thought, shouldn't he be the one to step out?
"Sir," the doctor began carefully, trying to steady his voice. "It's standard procedure. We need to assess the injury sites—"
"I said no," Somto interrupted coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
The aura around him was heavy, dangerous. No one in the room missed it.
The nurse lowered the scissors. The doctor hesitated unable to go against Somto's order.
Because whatever was going on, Somto wasn't just acting like a protective brother.
He was standing like a wall.
