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He chuckled as he stared at her. She looked terrified. “I didn’t threaten you. It was a promise. Now look or I am going to get Deccan and the Springfield Sinners here. They won’t be as merciful as I would be. So, look on the computer and tell me where the fuck she is,” Gene growled.

The receptionist nodded and started to type as he glared at her. Did he feel a little guilty about scaring her? Maybe in a couple of hours, when he figured out where Sammi was and he had calmed down, but right now, he didn’t care. His top priority was finding Sammi.

Until he found her, he was going to go through anybody he had to. He would make enemies to find Sammi right now; he would deal with the consequences later.

“She’s in room five hundred and two.” The receptionist looked up at him. “But Sir, you can’t go back there. Only family can.”

Gene growled again, not liking her telling him what to do. “I’m her fucking fiancé, which makes me family.”

“According to her belongings when she was admitted, she wasn’t wearing any engagement ring.” The damn woman actually looked smug.

It took everything in him not to reach across and grab her collar.

“You fucking idiot,” he snapped, not caring whether people were looking. “You call your manager and have them meet me in my girl’s room. If you don’t, I will personally make your life a living hell.”

Her eyes somehow widened even more as she nodded. He could get into so much trouble, though he didn’t have it in himself to bothered about anyone but Sammi.

“If you try to stop me, you’ll regret it,” he said, not giving her a chance to reply before he rushed off toward the elevators.

When Gene stepped into the elevator, anger bubbled inside of him as he thought about the interaction. Who was she to tell him that he wasn’t Sammi’s fiancé? Sure, it was a lie, but they didn’t know that. Not having a ring didn’t prove that she wasn’t engaged. A lot of people didn’t wear rings.

He took several deep breaths as he walked out of the elevator and searched for her room. He didn’t like how little security there was in this hallway. Nurses were walking up and down, but anybody could slip into a room. There were a few cameras; not enough in Gene’s opinion.

Gene had just got to the room when a nurse walked out, her eyes going wide.

“What’s wrong with Sammi?” he asked, not letting the nurse pass him.

“Who are you in relation to her?” The nurse stood her ground, not letting Gene in.

He couldn’t see Sammi from where he was standing. Was she in there? Was she all right? He would have asked the person downstairs, but she was giving him attitude after he threatened her. He didn’t trust her either. She could have said that Sammi was almost dead.

“I’m her fiancé,” he calmly said.

The nurse nodded and walked back into the room. He followed after her. He found Sammi lying on the bed, her eyes closed and looking extremely pale.

Is she dead?He pushed that thought out of her head as he realized she would be in the morgue and not in the hospital room if she were dead. There were machines hooked up to her and a steady beeping sound that he assumed was her heartbeat.

“What’s wrong with her?” Gene asked once again, almost whispering this time, looking over at the nurse.

He found himself walking over to the side of the bed, grabbing her hand and gently kissing it.

Cold, so cold.

“I think we should wait for the doctor to come so he can tell you everything,” the nurse softly spoke.

Gene shook his head. “That could take hours. Tell me what’s wrong with her,” he demanded in a quiet tone.

He didn’t want to make enemies with the nurse taking care of Sammi, but he needed to know. His mind was going to be spiraling with worry until the doctor came. He couldn’t wait that long. Not when he knew the nurse knew what was wrong with her.

“Somebody saw her passed out on the street, and they called nine-one-one. She fell into a diabetic coma after not having enough insulin in her body. She’s currently out of the woods, but we’re monitoring her. She woke up for the first time yesterday, and the pain medicine we gave her has knocked her out,” the nurse gently explained.

“Pain medicine for what?” Gene asked. “How long has she been here? Has she said anything? Has she asked for anybody?”

He hoped Sammi had asked for him, but knowing her, she probably didn’t want to bother him. He should have never left. He knew it was dangerous to leave her on her own. He should have found somebody to help her with her diabetes while he was gone.

“Pain medicine because she hit her head when she fell. She’s got a concussion, and it’s been hurting. She’s been here for five days,” the nurse informed him as she typed on the computer.

“You said she woke up yesterday. Has she asked for anybody or said anything?” he asked again when she didn’t answer him the first time.

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