His Forbidden Treatment - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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"I don't know what came over me... I couldn't fight back at all..."
"That disgusting bastard!"
Ryan Evans' face went ghostly pale, his lips trembling as he slammed his fist into the wall, fury radiating off him in waves.
I swiped at the tears streaking down my face, my whole body drowning in shame and despair.
Maybe from crying too hard, my vision swam, my legs buckling as I slid weakly against the wall.
"This is assault—harassment! I swear to God, I'm taking that piece of shit to court—"
"I'm tracking down that doctor right now. None of those photos or videos are getting out!"
Ryan kept raging, too lost in his fury to notice how my eyelids fluttered shut.
This feeling... it was just like back in that hospital bed.
I tugged weakly at his sleeve, pulling him back from the edge of his anger.
"Ryan... I feel... dizzy..."
At my faint, barely-there whisper, his fist froze mid-air. The fire in his eyes dimmed, clarity seeping back in.
"Sophia? What's wrong? Talk to me!"
I could barely string words together, my voice thin and broken. "I just... feel so weak..."
Panic flashed across his face as he caught me, his hands unsure where to hold. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead.
"Stay with me. I'm calling an ambulance—we're getting you to a hospital, now!"
That was the last thing I heard before the world went black.
Bright light stabbed at my eyelids, sharp and unwelcome, the sound of hurried footsteps pulling me back to consciousness.
Blinking heavily, the first thing I saw was Ryan slumped over my bedside, his vigil written in the exhaustion lining his face.
Dark circles bruised his eyes, and a rough shadow of stubble covered his jaw. My chest ached as I reached up to brush his cheek.
He startled awake at the touch, gripping my hand like a lifeline. "You're awake! How do you feel?"
I shook my head, forcing a weak smile. Clearing my throat, I rasped, "I'm okay... What happened yesterday?"
"You passed out. The hospital ran tests—they found traces of a sedative in your system. Someone drugged you."
My fists clenched as I sifted through my memories.
Nothing stood out—except that visit to Mercy Private Hospital.
Then it hit me.
I'd had a cup of instant coffee in Dr. Lowell's office.
Was that it?
I told Ryan my suspicion. His jaw tightened, and without hesitation, he decided we were confronting Dr. Lowell.
Once I'd recovered enough, we returned to Mercy Private Hospital together.
Stepping back into that place made my skin crawl. The thought of facing that predator again twisted my stomach into knots.
Ryan sensed my tension and squeezed my hand, his warmth grounding me.
"Don't be afraid, Sophia. I'm right here."
His words steadied me.
We reached the third floor, where Dr. Lowell's portrait hung among the other physicians. Just the sight of it turned my stomach.
Ryan's anger ignited. He kicked open the door to Dr. Lowell's office, sending a female patient inside scrambling out in a panic, nearly crashing into me in her rush to escape.
"Ethan Lowell. How the hell do you sit here pretending to be a doctor?"
The polite mask on Dr. Lowell's face cracked, replaced by icy detachment. "You just scared off my patient."
Ryan's veins bulged at his temples as he snarled, "Your patient? What the hell did you do to them? Say it out loud!"
I shrank behind him, unable to meet Dr. Lowell's gaze.
The doctor smirked. "And what exactly did I do?"
"You assaulted patients under the guise of medical exams!"
To my shock, Dr. Lowell didn't flinch. "Proof?"
Finally, I found my voice.
"There are surveillance cameras in your office!"
"That disgusting bastard!"
Ryan Evans' face went ghostly pale, his lips trembling as he slammed his fist into the wall, fury radiating off him in waves.
I swiped at the tears streaking down my face, my whole body drowning in shame and despair.
Maybe from crying too hard, my vision swam, my legs buckling as I slid weakly against the wall.
"This is assault—harassment! I swear to God, I'm taking that piece of shit to court—"
"I'm tracking down that doctor right now. None of those photos or videos are getting out!"
Ryan kept raging, too lost in his fury to notice how my eyelids fluttered shut.
This feeling... it was just like back in that hospital bed.
I tugged weakly at his sleeve, pulling him back from the edge of his anger.
"Ryan... I feel... dizzy..."
At my faint, barely-there whisper, his fist froze mid-air. The fire in his eyes dimmed, clarity seeping back in.
"Sophia? What's wrong? Talk to me!"
I could barely string words together, my voice thin and broken. "I just... feel so weak..."
Panic flashed across his face as he caught me, his hands unsure where to hold. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead.
"Stay with me. I'm calling an ambulance—we're getting you to a hospital, now!"
That was the last thing I heard before the world went black.
Bright light stabbed at my eyelids, sharp and unwelcome, the sound of hurried footsteps pulling me back to consciousness.
Blinking heavily, the first thing I saw was Ryan slumped over my bedside, his vigil written in the exhaustion lining his face.
Dark circles bruised his eyes, and a rough shadow of stubble covered his jaw. My chest ached as I reached up to brush his cheek.
He startled awake at the touch, gripping my hand like a lifeline. "You're awake! How do you feel?"
I shook my head, forcing a weak smile. Clearing my throat, I rasped, "I'm okay... What happened yesterday?"
"You passed out. The hospital ran tests—they found traces of a sedative in your system. Someone drugged you."
My fists clenched as I sifted through my memories.
Nothing stood out—except that visit to Mercy Private Hospital.
Then it hit me.
I'd had a cup of instant coffee in Dr. Lowell's office.
Was that it?
I told Ryan my suspicion. His jaw tightened, and without hesitation, he decided we were confronting Dr. Lowell.
Once I'd recovered enough, we returned to Mercy Private Hospital together.
Stepping back into that place made my skin crawl. The thought of facing that predator again twisted my stomach into knots.
Ryan sensed my tension and squeezed my hand, his warmth grounding me.
"Don't be afraid, Sophia. I'm right here."
His words steadied me.
We reached the third floor, where Dr. Lowell's portrait hung among the other physicians. Just the sight of it turned my stomach.
Ryan's anger ignited. He kicked open the door to Dr. Lowell's office, sending a female patient inside scrambling out in a panic, nearly crashing into me in her rush to escape.
"Ethan Lowell. How the hell do you sit here pretending to be a doctor?"
The polite mask on Dr. Lowell's face cracked, replaced by icy detachment. "You just scared off my patient."
Ryan's veins bulged at his temples as he snarled, "Your patient? What the hell did you do to them? Say it out loud!"
I shrank behind him, unable to meet Dr. Lowell's gaze.
The doctor smirked. "And what exactly did I do?"
"You assaulted patients under the guise of medical exams!"
To my shock, Dr. Lowell didn't flinch. "Proof?"
Finally, I found my voice.
"There are surveillance cameras in your office!"
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