Chapter 68

She couldn't just sit around in the hospital, though. After calming her nerves a bit, knowing that she had put Don in the best hands, she had to take care of the rest of the issues.

She called the twins and told them to find out where the attackers came from as soon as possible. She directed them what to do and how to search.

The men were good at it and didn't need much help, but a few tips from Zick sped up the whole process of searching.

Once they were on the right track, Zick gave them free hand and called one of Don's subordinates to ask about the wounded.

In the end, the rest was left at the mercy of Rick, who didn't care too much if someone died.

As he claimed, saying "If you can't defend yourself, don't leave the house."

Where did Don get such a doctor? Zick had no idea, but she knew that they would probably never like each other.

Every time he had to patch someone up, he didn't hide his irritation. And that was what he was supposed to do. That's what he was paid for.

She didn't understand why he was approaching it this way. If it didn't suit him, he could have started doing something else. No one was keeping him here.

Zick grumbled to herself. If she hadn't told him to deal with the boss right away, who knows how it would have ended.

The hours passed inexorably. Zick was starting to get nervous, but if it had lasted this long, it meant there was a chance, right?

Luckily, she got the information that no one else died. One less thing to worry about.

Some time later, the twins called, confirming her suspicions. Vasili. It was that damn Vasili again!

Zick decided one thing. Once Don got over this, she wouldn't leave that damn monster alone.

She would make every day of his life a misery and wouldn't let him enjoy the rest of his life that was left to him.

Gripping the phone tightly in her hand, Zick heard the door open. She stood up quickly, her heart starting to beat like crazy.

The surgeon she had brought in, slowly took off the mask from his grim face. 

"No," Zick whispered, feeling herself suddenly dizzy. 

"We lost him..." The man began very seriously.

Zick sat down on the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes, but before she could do anything else, she heard the rest.

"We managed to bring him back though" 

"Couldn't you say that in a full sentence?!" She shouted angrily. What an asshole! 

"The danger is not over yet. He needs to be monitored for the next 24 hours. If he manages to survive that time, there's a chance he'll come out of it" He finished.

Zick, hiding her face in her shaking hands, sighed. If he survived that, there was no chance he wouldn't come out of it.

He was strong. Much stronger than the others. And he would never let himself die at the hands of some mercenaries without finishing Vasili first.

Zick slowly got up from the ground and thanked the doctor. A moment later she saw Don being wheeled out of the operating room and taken to his private room.

Zick, without waiting for Anton confirmation, had already arranged everything with the hospital.

He was to have a doctor and a nurse with him at all times, checking his vital signs.

She wasn't going to wait for something to happen to him again. Zick sat down in a chair next to his bed and, holding his hand gently, didn't intend to leave him for a moment.

The danger hadn't passed. Vasili had certainly learned that Don had been hospitalized.

Seeing that he and Anton had joined forces again, he had apparently decided to get rid of the problem.

However, he didn't know that this problem was her beloved for whom she was going to fight.

The last thing you could do before your inevitable end was to hurt the beloved man of a damn good hacker.

A man might be more merciful in his revenge, but a woman? They don't forgive...

A new day slowly began. Several of Don's men came to guard his room. They exchanged a few words with Zick, informing her what was happening in their estate.

Rick dealt with dressing all the wounded and went to sleep. Impudent.

The twins kept a close eye on Vasili's actions. Every call he made or any of his subordinates was closely watched.

Seeing that no one inappropriate would enter the room, Zick went into the bathroom to quickly freshen up. She was very tired and weak, but she had no intention of leaving him.

She had agreed earlier with Anton's men that she would inform their boss about the whole incident first thing in the morning and accept whatever was waiting for her for doing it so late.

Looking at the pale face of the sleeping Don, she gently stroked his cheek. He looked so weak and defenseless.

Clenching her jaw with regret, Zick sat up and dialed the number. After a few rings, she heard someone pick up.

"What?" Anton's sleepy and slightly irritated voice could be heard on the phone.

Zick didn't want to beat around the bush. She immediately recounted what had happened.

"It's Zick. Last night, Don was attacked by Vasili's men. Without your knowledge, I sent your men to help. Don ended up in the hospital, seriously wounded. I used your name to get the best surgeon. I couldn't wait. He's in really bad shape. It's not known yet if he'll survive. I sent you the address of the hospital he's in. I'm sorry for everything." She whispered the last sentence, feeling tears welling up in her eyes.

When she heard a quiet click, she knew it wouldn't end well for her. After all, she did whatever she wanted without his knowledge.

Who in their right mind would use the name Ruslanov without obvious consequences.

However, she didn't care what would happen to her. The most important thing was Don's survival. If he made it out of this, that was the only thing she wanted.

Holding Don's large hand, she sat in thought, staring at his sleeping face.

Suddenly she felt someone's hand on her shoulder. She turned around and saw Anton standing next to her.

"What's with him?"

"If nothing happens by tomorrow, he'll survive," She replied weakly.

"Come here." Anton's voice was gentle, not like she had imagined.

She stood up and looked at him, feeling guilty. However, she didn't expect one thing. The man didn't start shouting at her or hit her. He took her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

"You did well. I'm proud of you. Don is damn lucky to have someone like you by his side" His hand soothingly stroked her back.

"Don't worry. He'll get through this"

Without knowing why, Zick felt something unravel in her heart when she heard those words.

Tears began to flow down her cheeks and she began to sob quietly. She had tried to be strong all this time. To show everyone that she could be counted on, but now?

Being in someone's strong arms, she felt like a normal, weak woman. All the grief and sadness could finally find a way out.

Anton didn't say anything. He held her in his arms, stroking her back. She needed this. She had to get it out of her system to quickly pull herself together and be ready for what was coming.

After a few minutes of sincere crying, Zick finally calmed down and sat down in the chair again. 

"Have you eaten anything?" Anton asked with concern, knowing that it had been a long night for her.

Zick just shook her head. Anton went to one of the men by the door and told him to bring her something to eat.

In the meantime, he went out into the hallway and called his men to find out what exactly happened.

Zick wasn't in the best shape right now and he didn't want to bother her with telling these painful events. Taking the food from his man, he brought it to her. 

"Eat. You have to be strong for him. You know he needs you. And so do we." He ruffled her hair, wanting to encourage her to eat somehow.

Zick reluctantly took the fork and began to pick at it, occasionally putting food in her mouth and chewing slowly.

Every now and then the doctor would come to the bed and check on Don. Several times during the day he was given more doses of medication.

It was getting close to evening and so far everything was fine.

In the meantime, Anton took care of everything and returned to the company to do the rest of his work.

The security guards guarding the room outside changed for the night.

Tired, Zick rested her head next to Don's hand and closed her eyes for a moment. She was already drifting off to sleep when she heard someone approach the bed.

She jumped up instinctively and grabbed the stranger's hand.

She noticed that it was a nurse holding a syringe in her hand. Looking at her menacingly, she tightened her grip.

And thanks to the constant work on the computer, her grip was quite strong. 

"Who sent you?" Her words spat venom.

The surprised nurse looked at her nervously.