Passing her an apologetic and pitiful gaze, he again looked towards the door where a really huge and buff yet good looking man with swarthy skin stood, clad in a black business suit. They seemed to have a conversation with their eyes because the next thing she knew, two other men were walking into the room and helping her to her feet as Keelan stepped back.
In panic, she pushed back from the two men, causing her to stumble on her still wobbly and unstable feet. Shaking her head and hands vigorously, she asked with wide eyes,
“Where are you taking me? Are you going to kill me?” her voice trembled as her eyes silently pleaded for mercy.
“No, of course not,” Keelan once again stepped towards her, adjusting the comforter that had ridden down her shoulders due to her abrupt movement.
“I instructed them to take you to a hospital to get you checked up and don't worry about the bills,” he muttered softly but her eyes still held that doubt and fear in them.