The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 33

Madeline instinctively reached out to catch the man as he fell.

"York..."

She whispered his name without thinking, her mind completely blank.

York reached up to touch her cheek and offered a sudden, weak smile.

"Thank god you're okay."

He spoke the words so softly, but they hit Madeline so hard she could barely stand.

A sudden lump formed in her throat.

York passed out entirely. She sat there in shock, clutching his large frame, unblinking.

"Madeline, I called 911. Don't panic yet, York is too stubborn to die!"

Caleb hung up his phone and hurried over to help.

At that moment, the hotel manager rushed in with a team of security guards.

Seeing York bleeding out in Madeline's arms, the manager felt a cold sweat break out over his body. If a man like this got hurt on their premises, the hotel would be ruined.

The terrified manager desperately barked orders at his security staff to assist.

Sirens wailed in the distance. Caleb watched Madeline climb into the back of the ambulance with York before turning a lethal glare onto the hotel manager.

"Drag them to the police station. Tell the cops exactly what went down."

York was a prosecutor who had just been promoted. Assaulting him made this an entirely different class of felony.

Combine that with York's notoriously ruthless nature, and the fat bastard was guaranteed to rot in a cell for life.

Before hopping into the ambulance, Caleb threw one last chilling remark over his shoulder.

"As for the rest of you, I'll deal with you when I get back!"

...

At the hospital.

Madeline leaned against the wall outside the operating room, her disheveled clothes still stained with blood.

She had been slipped a small dose of a hallucinogen at the hotel, but the shock of York's injury and the freezing air from an open window had snapped her completely sober.

Her radiant complexion was eerily calm. She stood like a statue, the echo of his words—Thank god you're okay—playing on an endless loop in her head.

She unconsciously rubbed her wrist, as if she could still feel the lingering warmth of his touch.

"Is that supposed to be comforting? Can't you see you're about to make Madeline cry?"

"Relax, York is tough as nails. When he was in San Francisco, he survived getting eight critical condition notices in a single night. This little scratch is nothing."

Madeline's head snapped up sharply.

Just then, the lights above the operating room went out.

Everyone turned toward the doors, and Madeline forgot everything else.

"Doctor, how is he?"

"The surgery was a success, but the wound was very deep. He'll need to rest and recover for a while."

Sienna let out a huge sigh of relief and grabbed Madeline's hand.

"Thank god, Madeline. You won't be a widow."

Madeline was speechless.

York was swiftly moved to a VIP suite. The usually arrogant man looked deathly pale, his eyes shut tightly.

Madeline stared at him for a long moment before looking away.