Chapter 314
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 314<\/p>\n
**Chapter 314 You Need To Be in a Hospital**<\/p>\n
From a distance, Aaron\u2019s heart raced at the sight before him.<\/p>\n
Luis stood there, still marked by the knife wound on his shoulder, a grim reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. The stitches, hastily done, were only halfway completed when he had left the hospital, and now, it was painfully clear that the pull of his movements had ripped them apart once more.<\/p>\n
Fortunately, the black fabric of his shirt concealed the evidence of his injury, but Aaron knew all too well that beneath that exterior, blood was seeping through, threatening to betray the severity of his condition.<\/p>\n
Malcolm\u2019s voice cut through the tension, deliberate and measured, \u201cPlease show her some respect, alright?\u201d<\/p>\n
Luis\u2019s fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white as he fought against the rising tide of emotions. The veins in his arms stood out, a testament to his struggle as he locked his dark gaze onto Deanna. \u201cDeanna,\u201d he called softly, the weight of her name heavy on his lips.<\/p>\n
Deanna inhaled deeply, a flicker of determination igniting within her. \u201cLet me have some space.\u201d<\/p>\n
With that, she pivoted on her heel to face Malcolm, her voice steady. \u201cLet\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n
A glimmer of something\u2014hope, perhaps\u2014sparked in Malcolm\u2019s eyes as he quickly retrieved the car keys, urgency propelling him to start the engine.<\/p>\n
The sleek red Mercedes glided past Luis, the world around him blurring into insignificance as he watched.<\/p>\n
His attention was drawn to the woman in the passenger seat, her head bowed, obscuring her expression from his view.<\/p>\n
A wave of pain surged through him, causing his breath to hitch, and he could feel the pulsing of the veins on his forehead, a physical manifestation of his turmoil.<\/p>\n
Once the Mercedes finally disappeared from his line of sight, the dam within him broke, and he crumpled to the ground, surrendering to the agony that enveloped him.<\/p>\n
Aaron, along with the driver, rushed toward him in alarm, their footsteps echoing in the silence that followed.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, the Mercedes emerged from the underground garage, its presence a stark contrast to the chaos left behind.<\/p>\n
At the next intersection, Deanna\u2019s voice broke the silence. \u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n
Malcolm slammed on the brakes, turning to her with concern etched on his face. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n
Deanna\u2019s gaze remained fixed ahead as she spoke, her tone barely above a whisper. \u201cMr. Faulkner, I\u2019m sorry. Please get out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Malcolm\u2019s heart sank at her words, and the realization washed over him like a cold tide. She had used him, and the distant look in her eyes confirmed what he feared most.<\/p>\n
A bitter laugh escaped his lips, bitter and hollow.<\/p>\n
From the very beginning, he had never been given even the slightest glimmer of hope.<\/p>\n
He felt as though he were left with nothing but the remnants of a dream that had never truly existed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDeanna,\u201d he said softly, unable to suppress the tremor in his voice, \u201cdo you really love him that much?\u201d<\/p>\n
Erik emerged from the driver\u2019s seat, a medical kit in hand, determination etched into his features.<\/p>\n
Without wasting a moment, he climbed into the back of the Rolls-Royce, his heart racing as he took in the sight of Luis, who lay there, color drained from his face.<\/p>\n
A surge of anger ignited within Erik, a tempest of fury at the sight of his friend in such a vulnerable state.<\/p>\n
Yet, despite the whirlwind of emotions, his hands remained steady as he opened the medical kit, retrieving a scalpel, bandages, and various bottles of medicine.<\/p>\n
Gone was his usual playful demeanor; in its place was a seriousness that spoke of the gravity of the situation.<\/p>\n
With deft movements, Erik used the scalpel to slice open Luis\u2019s black shirt, the heavy scent of blood immediately filling the air, a grim reminder of the severity of the injury.<\/p>\n
The sight of the wound\u2014a deep, raw gash\u2014sent a jolt of anger through Erik. Fresh blood oozed from the torn stitches, and he felt his brow furrow in concentration as he worked to clean and re-bandage the injury with swift, practiced motions.<\/p>\n
Luis remained silent throughout the ordeal, not even a groan escaping his lips, his resolve unyielding.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need to be in a hospital,\u201d Erik insisted, his voice firm and unwavering. \u201cDo you hear me? The wound almost goes through your entire shoulder, and it\u2019s already starting to get infected. The stitches tore open again, and you need them redone immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luis kept his eyes firmly shut, a flicker of irritation crossing his features. \u201cSay one more word, and I\u2019ll throw you out of the car.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLuis!\u201d Erik shot back, frustration boiling beneath the surface.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2396","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2396","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2396"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}