The Mark He Bit Into Me novel Chapter 117

Chapter 21

In midair, Adrian shielded Sienna with his body, taking the full force of the explosion and the sharp rain of debris across his back.

They hit the ground hard. Adrian spat a mouthful of blood, the world spinning into darkness.

Just before he lost consciousness, he thought he felt her move faintly in his arms-her lashes fluttering, her blurred gaze landing on his blood-streaked face, filled with pain and desperate love

The crash site was chaos.

Emergency crews rushed them to the nearest top-tier hospital. The Sloane family mobilized every connection they had; the best trauma specialists in the country assembled within hours.

Because Sienna had been seated in the heavily reinforced rear compartment and protected by Adrian’s body, her injuries, though serious, were mostly from the impact and glass cuts. After emergency surgery, her condition stabilized. She was safe but weak, requiring long rest.

Adrian, however, was in critical condition. The explosion had shredded his internal organs and spine; his back was burned and torn beyond recognition. He was rushed directly into intensive care.

When Mr. and Mrs. Prescott arrived and saw their son covered in tubes and monitors, their

composure collapsed. Tears streamed down their faces as panic swallowed them whole.

Prescott Enterprises was already collapsing-and now, the man who’d been the backbone of everything was hovering between life and death. Desperation left them with only one person to cling to.

Sienna Sloane.

Only the Sloane family had the power to summon the world’s leading specialists, to open doors money alone could not.

So the Prescotts dropped every ounce of pride. They knelt outside Sienna’s hospital room, pleading through the door, begging her to save their son.

Inside, Sienna had just woken from anesthesia. Her body was weak, her face pale. She listened to their cries from the hallway, expression unreadable, eyes drifting toward the window.

After a long silence, she spoke softly to her assistant. “Contact Dr. Smith’s team. Have them take over Adrian Prescott’s treatment. The expenses come from the Sloane accounts.”

“Yes, Miss Sloane.”

It was a decision made out of medical efficiency-and human decency. Nothing more.

Chapter 21

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The Prescotts wept with gratitude, bowing again and again.

The ICU was on the same floor as her suite, yet Sienna never once went to see him. She focused on her recovery, quietly handling necessary business through her laptop.

Occasionally, her assistant brought updates.

“Miss Sloane, Mr. Prescott is still in a coma. His vitals are stable, but the danger isn’t over.”

“Miss Sloane, Dr. Smith said the surgery went well, but the spinal injury is severe. Recovery will be long-and he may never fully regain mobility.”

The assistant hesitated before adding, “The nurses say that even in his coma, he keeps whispering your name… saying ‘I’m sorry,’ ‘Don’t leave,’ and ‘I love you.””

Sienna’s fingers paused over the papers she was reading. Her lashes lowered, hiding whatever

emotion flickered behind her eyes.

A moment later, she resumed turning the pages. Her voice was calm and detached. “Make sure he gets the best care. Use the highest-grade medication and equipment. The Sloanes can afford it.”

The assistant nodded respectfully and said no more.

Days passed.

Under the relentless efforts of the medical team, Adrian finally pulled through. His vitals

stabilized, and one quiet afternoon, his eyelashes fluttered open.

The sterile white ceiling came into focus. The steady drip of the IV filled the silence.

A nurse noticed the movement and hurried to his side. “Mr. Prescott? Can you hear me? How do you

feel?”

His lips cracked as he tried to speak. The words came out hoarse and broken, but clear enough to

understand.

“She… is she… all right?”

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