Baby

Chase rushed to catch up with Arrow as the vampire slipped out of the Porsche, his hood drawn low over his face. The sleek black fabric concealed most of Arrow's sharp features, but Chase still recognized the tense set of his shoulders. With a quick glance around, Chase adjusted his mask and hurried to walk beside him.

The hospital lobby buzzed with muted activity. Chase wasted no time approaching the receptionist, a young woman in her twenties whose fingers flew across the keyboard in front of her. She paused mid-typing at the sound of his voice.

"Excuse me?" Chase asked politely, his tone professional yet calm. "Is Frederick available? I'm Chase Meredith."

The woman's eyes flicked to him, recognition flashing in her expression. "Yes, Mr. Meredith. Dr. Frederick asked me to send you to his office. It's on the third floor."