Victor lay motionless on the clinic bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he struggled to muster the energy to return to his penthouse. The soft beeping of the machines and the gentle hum of the air conditioning created a soothing melody, lulling him into a state of tranquility. But the serenity was short-lived as the door burst open and Liam strode in, his face etched with concern.
"What happened?" Victor asked, his voice laced with a hint of irritation. As he slowly sat up, his movements labored.
Liam's expression turned grave. "Ryder's been attacked."
Victor's eyes snapped into focus, and he threw off the covers, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. He swiftly donned his coat, the fabric rustling as he moved with a sense of urgency.
Liam placed a restraining hand on Victor's arm. "Look, your wound is still fresh. You don't need to go. Elijah and I can handle it."