Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 83

By the end of her shift, Sienna's IV still wasn't finished.

The exhaustion of the past few days combined with the torment of a high fever finally took its toll, and she unknowingly drifted into a deep sleep, leaning back in the chair.

Yet, her brows remained tightly furrowed, radiating unease even in her dreams.

A nurse on duty came over to change the medication and called her name twice, but got no response.

Reaching out to feel her forehead, she found it still frighteningly hot. Panic immediately set in.

The hospital was completely overwhelmed with patients tonight. Stretched way too thin and terrified that Sienna might face complications while unconscious, the nurse hurried to find Jonathan.

"Mr. Coleman, Dr. Sloan is unconscious and won't wake up," the nurse whispered.

"The hallway cots are completely full tonight, and the ER just sent up three more fever patients. I'm the only one watching this section. I'm worried that if something happens to Dr. Sloan, I won't be able to catch it."

She hesitated for a moment, observing Jonathan's expression.

"Mr. Coleman, could we... maybe call her family to come over?"

Jonathan rushed to the infusion room. Seeing Sienna curled up alone in the chair, her face as pale as a ghost, he felt a surge of both heartache and anger.

He frowned and instructed the young nurse, "Call her husband!"

The nurse looked confused. "...I don't have his number."

Hearing this, Jonathan quickly grabbed a pen and paper, jotted down a string of numbers, and handed it to her.

The nurse took it, ran to the nurses' station, and dialed.

But after several attempts, no one picked up.

Jonathan had been standing by, watching, his frown deepening with every passing second.

The hospital's landlines were usually saved with a caller ID. Logically speaking, Jarred should already know who was calling.

Ignoring it repeatedly—could he really be this heartless?

Just as the call was about to automatically hang up, a deep male voice finally answered.

She stared at the darkened screen, helplessly setting the receiver down. Turning to Jonathan, she said, "Mr. Coleman, he hung up."

Jonathan gave a terse "Mm," his expression finally softening just a fraction, though the worry in his eyes remained. "Let's go check on Sienna."

The two quickly walked back to the infusion room. But as soon as they reached the door, the sight before them made them jump.

The chair Sienna had been sitting in was entirely empty. Only the IV pole stood there looking desolate, a half-finished bag of fluids hanging from it, the needle still stained with fresh blood.

"Where is she?!" Jonathan shouted, rushing inside.

He saw a few drops of wet blood on the floor, glaringly bright under the sterile white lights.

The young nurse hurriedly grabbed the arm of an older woman getting an IV nearby, asking frantically, "Ma'am, did you see where the girl sitting here went?"

The woman was startled by her reaction, replying blankly, "She, she left."

Jonathan panicked. "Left? She's running a fever of a hundred and three point six. Where could she go?"