Kiara

“Hey, you can't throw that away!“ I jumped to take the phone Miss Olivia had thrown.

“Why can't I? It's of no use to us anyway.“ She pouted, leaning on the chair's backrest.

“Of course it is.“ I sighed and, sitting to face her, said, “We can take this to whoever repairs them and get access to it."

“Why didn't I think of that?“ She sat upright, her eyes widening in happiness. "Give it to me.“ She snatched it from my hands and rose from her chair. “I'll be taking it to get repaired. You and Carlos should stay here just in case the doctor comes out."

“But Miss Olivia..." I and Carlos said it in unison, but she cut us off.

"No buts, stay here; I'll be right back.“ She sprinted towards the exit door, leaving me and Carlos gasping in shock.

We looked at each other, smiled, and leaned against chairs, waiting for the doctor. Two hours had passed.

What was really going on in there? I walked to the glassy window, which visitors always used to look over at their patients, and peeped through it.

The heavy curtains on it were yet to be pulled aside, so it was hard for me to see inside. I couldn't hear even a sound!

A gentle tap on my back made me look behind. Carlos was standing there, stretching out his phone to me. I looked at it, then at him, and at it again. “What am I to do with it?“ I asked in confusion.

“His people should know that he is hospitalized. Call his father, grandfather, or sister.“ He grabbed my arm, forcing it into my palm.

“No. You are his personal bodyguard, so you should call. No one in his family knows me; they only know you.“ I refused, pushing the phone back toward him.

“But you are carrying their future heir, so you should call.“ He pushed it back to me.

“No, you should.“ Our pushing game continued. I wasn't going to back down either. There was no way I was going to call his family. I heard that they are all really scary, cold, and arrogant. “No way, Carlos," I yelled when he tried to shove it in my pocket. “Call them.“

“I know who to call.“ He said this to me all of a sudden. Well, after thinking for a while, he then proceeded to unlock his phone.

“Who?“ I asked, curiosity taking the best of me.

“Beta Sony. I'll tell him, and then he'll tell his family. Ain't I a genius?“ He grinned, wriggling his brows at me.

“Stupid!“ I muttered under my breath and returned to the chair, a smile plastering across my face.

I looked at the door where Alpha Maseno was wheeled in, and a sigh of relief escaped my lips when I saw the doctor coming out.

Whistling to Carlos, I used my tongue to point at the doctor, and he quickly came to where I was and settled down.

“How is he, doctor?“ Carlos asked the doctor when he approached us.

“Where is his personal doctor?“ The doctor asked instead, not answering Carlos's question.

I almost rolled my eyes at him and cussed, but I held my tongue and responded, "He isn't here. Just tell us what's wrong with him.“

“Don't you understand, girl? We need his personal doctor," he said. I could see anger clouding his eyes.

Carlos slowly pushed me behind and stepped in between me and him. “Like she said, his doctor is not here. Besides, he doesn't trust him anymore, and I doubt if he'll want to be the first person he sees in case he opens his eyes. But if you insist, we'll call him, and you'll be the one to blame when he wakes up.“ He took out his phone from his pocket.

“Yeah,” I nodded, my hands akimbo, “and you know what happens to those who are against his words.“ I smirked when fear flicked in his eyes.

I don't know why Carlos lied that Maseno doesn't trust Kedeva anymore, but I don't care because, honestly, I don't like him either, and I wouldn't want him here.

I don't know, but since Alpha Maseno passed out, I have been having a gut feeling that whatever happened has to do with him. I am not paranoid, but it's just that my gut never lies to me.

“There is no need..." the doctor trailed, looking at Carlos.

“Carlos.“ I responded, knowing that he wanted to know his name.

Scratching the back of his head, he said, “Yes, Carlos. There is no need to call his personal doctor if he doesn't trust him anymore. I just needed some information, that's all.“ He raised his hands in surrender.

“You can ask him. He has been with him all his life.“ I signaled toward Carlos, who had his head bowed in his phone, probably trying to reach Beta Sony since he had been trying to do that since forever.

It seemed like beta. Sony's phone was switched off, though, but our boy Carlos over here didn't want to give up. He thinks it's network issues.

The doctor stared suspiciously at Carlos before tapping his shoulder to get his attention and then asking, "Does he have a history of losing consciousness like this?“

“No.“ He shook his head in denial. “This is the first time I have seen him pass out like this.“ He admitted.

“It seems like he was having a panic attack. But it's okay. Once he wakes up, he'll be fine. You can all go in and see him for now.“ He said that and excused himself to go and attend to other patients.

“Should we call Miss Olivia?“ Carlos turned to ask me when the doctor left.

“We should. She would be the one to call his family and tell them too, since she's like a mother figure to him.“ I nodded and took a deep breath.

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