Chapter 4 - Adrian Leaves the Hospital Against Medical Advice
Inside his private hospital room on the Upper East Side, Adrian Moretti ripped the IV needle out of his forearm.
A sharp drop of crimson blood welled up on his skin, but he ignored it, his gaze fixed on his black cashmere suit hanging in the locker.
Dr. Elena Maren rushed through the open door just as Adrian was shrugging his broad shoulders into the tailored jacket.
“Mr. Moretti, what in God’s name do you think you are doing?” Dr. Maren demanded, stepping directly into his path.
“I am leaving,” Adrian said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that left no room for bureaucratic argument.
“If your heart rate spikes under stress right now, your ventricles could fibrillate and you will die in minutes!” she warned frantically.
“Then I’ll die on my own terms, not trapped beneath these sterile ceiling tiles,” Adrian replied coldly, buttoning his cuffs.
“You cannot walk out of here without the portable telemetry monitor and round-the-clock cardiac supervision,” she pleaded.
Adrian looked her straight in the eyes, his slate-gray gaze colder than the winter wind howling outside the window.
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“My daughter has been drawing a faceless man for three years, Doctor. My time to hide behind caution has officially expired.”
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