Medicine And Malice

1988 Words

Dr. Reynolds' smirk was razor-sharp as he watched Christopher walk past. "Let's see how you wanna win this," he taunted, his voice laced with smug amusement as his shoulders brushed past Christopher's. Christopher didn’t stop.Didn’t flinch. Didn’t acknowledge him. Because right now, Dr. Reynolds was the least of his concerns. Fury burned through Christopher’s veins like an unstoppable wildfire. His jaw was clenched so tight it could crack stone, his fingers curled into fists so rigid his knuckles turned white. His whole body radiated barely contained rage as he stalked through the hospital hallways. Doctors moved about, nurses rushed from one ward to another, and interns scurried in every direction, oblivious to the storm that was about to crash down upon them. No one paid him any mi

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