Without hesitation, Zachary leaned slightly and gently lifted her into his arms.
The driver beside his car reacted instantly. Before Zachary uttered a word, the rear door was already open.
He carefully lowered Sienna onto the back seat before sliding in beside her.
"Hospital." He ordered.
"Yes, sir..."
The car pulled away immediately.
Zachary gently adjusted Sienna’s position, carefully placing her head onto his lap. One hand supported her shoulder while the other moved to brush several loose strands of hair away from her damp forehead.
He could see that her face looked too pale.
And he hated it.
He lightly touched her forehead again, and it felt hot. His jaw tightened when he saw her eyebrow knit as if he were in pain.
"Hang in there..." he murmured under his breath.
Zachary watched her for another moment, making sure she was breathing evenly, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
He pressed a familiar contact.
The call was picked up after several rings.
A very irritated, very sleepy voice answered.
"...If this isn’t a life-or-death situation, I swear, I’m blocking your number."
Zachary didn’t bother greeting him.
"Get to the hospital."
Silence.
Then a confused, sleepy voice could be heard again, "What?"
"The hospital."
"Zachary, do you know what time it is?"
"Yes."
"It’s four in the morning, man!"
"Yes."
"People sleep at four in the morning."
"And yet you’re awake."
"Damn it, man! How could I not?! You call."
"Then stop talking and go. Now."
A long-suffering sigh exploded from the other side.
Scott Anderson sounded exactly like a man whose peaceful sleep had just been murdered. "Who is the patient?" he asked. "You?"
"No."
"Your father?"
"No."
"Your mother?"
"No."
Silence again.
"Then who?" Scott asked.
Zachary glanced down at the unconscious woman lying on his lap.
"Sienna." His voice lowered slightly.
Silence.
Then—
"...WHO...!?"
"I told you, Sienna."
Scott sounded even more awake now. "Wait. I mean, hold on... You mean Sienna... is a woman?"
Zachary’s eyes narrowed.
"Of course, a woman..."
"No, no, that’s not the shocking part." Scott’s voice suddenly carried dramatic excitement. "The shocking part is you calling me at four in the morning for a woman."
"Scott."
"Man, why do you care about a woman enough to use your private dictator voice before sunrise?"
"Scott."
"Oh, this is historic."
"Do you want me to buy your hospital and fire you from it?"
"I’m already the owner."
"You won’t when I bought your hospital."
Scott snorted.
"Relax. I’m instructing the staff as we speak. The emergency team will be waiting."


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