Damian sat propped up on the hospital bed, bandages wrapping his chest and arms. His voice was hoarse as he spoke into a secure line.
"How's she holding up?" He gritted his teeth as he adjusted his sitting position.
"I couldn't get past the hospital's tight security, but I managed to hack into their system and retrieve information about her. According to the doctors, the worst is over. She had multiple fractured ribs but the surgery was successful. She's currently unconscious, but she is in good hands. Also, she has got good people watching over her."
"Thank goodness." Damian let out a shaky breath, his eyes closing momentarily as he whispered a word of gratitude.
"I'm glad she has people who are there for her. And to think I put her through that condition..." He paused, his jaw tightening. "... If only I hadn't treated her like the enemy, she wouldn't be fighting for her life right now. This is all my fault."
