"Why the hospital?" Jensen Morrison asked with a frown.
"To get you checked out." Ivy Holden frowned. "Was it just your stomach that was upset by that cold tea? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"
Jensen Morrison furrowed his brow and said, "My stomach still feels off, but it's bearable. Nothing else, though."
"Hurry! To the nearest hospital," Ivy Holden said, knocking on the partition behind the driver.
The car sped up, pulling into the City's Fifth Hospital about ten minutes later.
Bill Holden was a little intimidated by the environment. He asked in a low voice, "Boss, this is a public hospital. It's going to be crowded. Are you sure..."
"Is this really the time to be worrying about that?!" Ivy Holden snapped irritably.
"Understood." Bill Holden tapped his earpiece and spoke to the security team, "Everyone, to your positions. Watch the crowd for paparazzi and anyone with malicious intent."
