EX Tradings' board bought out of their shares by Rowan Ellis (but we all know it's Darius Holt's money)
When will Rowan Ellis and Darius Holt do a baby face reveal?
Noah's instincts saved him.
One minute Camille was sitting in the hospital beds, eyes closed like a sleepy child, and then the next he was lunging for Noah's throat, eyes wild like a lunatic.
Noah fell off the bed, scrambling toward the door as fast as he could. He stopped at the door though, his medical training kicking in. Something had to be going on physically or neurologically for Camille to switch so quickly. Instead of ducking or running away, he grabbed Camille's wrists and held on. "Camille!"
Camille's eyes were still crazed, and he jerked away from Noah with strength his body should not possess. He did not respond to his name. It was like he was a different person entirely.
Noah pushed the help button behind his back and tried to remain as calm as possible. He grabbed Camille again. "Camille, you're okay. It's okay. You're fine." All the thanks Noah got for that was a very hard punch to the face.
Camille backed away from Noah, fear and rage fighting across his face. "Don't touch me!" Like his expression, the words wavered between terror and anger.
Noah held up his hands so Camille could see them, even though his instinct was to cradle his stinging face. "I won't touch you, okay?" Not unless you're about to hurt yourself or someone else, he added mentally.
Miraculously, that seemed to calm Camille. His breathing evened out, and it appeared like he was re-regulating his body.
Then the help Noah had summoned slammed through the door, a couple nurses and one of the hospital security officers.
Camille jumped back like a spooked cat. After a moment of him and the new arrivals analyzing each other, his eyes fixed on Max, an intern, and had the young man pinned to the floor before anyone could react. His hands wrapped around Max's throat in a very excellent, and thus very bad, chokehold.
The security officer grabbed Camille from behind while Noah and the other nurse fought to get Camille's hands to let go of Max's neck.
By the time they managed it, Max was nearly blue from oxygen deprivation and Camille was screaming in French. Noah had always heard French referred to as "the language of love" or as a language that made everything said in it sound romantic, but in Camille's mouth in this moment, it was anything but that. Noah had not even known Camille could speak French, though it made sense considering his name.
The other nurse got Max up off the floor and hurried him out as Chloe came in.
Noah took the sedative from her and approached Camille with it. He felt sorry, but he pushed the needle into Camille's neck and pressed the piston home.
Camille sagged in the security guard's grasp, and his eyes were shut by the time they got him back in bed.
With a heavy heart, Noah buckled the restraints around Camille's wrists.
"Are you okay?" Chloe asked, sounding genuinely scared for the first time since he had met her.
Noah nodded. "I should have listened to him."
Chloe frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"He said he was insane. I didn't believe him. After all, he hadn't acted insane up until this point." Noah double-checked the restraints. He did not want Camille to hurt anyone when he woke up. "He was calm for someone dealing with the trauma of attempted murder. He seemed reasonable, not like someone who would purposefully single out the weakest person in the room and try to kill them."
Chloe's frown deepened. "You know, I would've said the same thing. He didn't strike me as insane. I can usually tell."
"That's what's bothering me! If you can tell, I certainly can! So why didn't I?"
"Maybe he's a psychopath?" the security guard offered. When they both looked at him, he shrugged. "I've been around doctors long enough to know that psychopaths are usually really good liars and actors. Serial killers, for example, are almost always psychopaths or at least sociopaths."
Noah shook his head. "No. Camille isn't a serial killer."
"You don't know that," Chloe said. "You two might know each other, but I doubt you've known each other for long."
Noah sighed. She was right about that. "He's a friend of a friend, so I don't know a lot about him. But I don't believe Rowan would be friends with a serial killer."
Chloe raised an eyebrow. "He's one of Rowan's friends?"
"He's like Rowan's only friend," Noah replied. "And yeah, he's not your typical submissive omega, but that doesn't mean he's actually a psychopath or anything!"
"It was just a thought," the security guard put in. He glanced at Camille before returning his gaze to Noah. "If you have issues with him again, let me know. I'll be glad to come help." With that, he left the room, leaving Noah and Chloe behind to stare at each other and silently wonder what the hell was going on.