"Denzel!"
Denzel turned sharply, the hospital documents crinkling in his hand. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of both brothers, but the greeting died on his lips when he noticed the split, swollen skin on their mouths.
Before he could utter a word of concern or apology, Dominick’s voice cut through the sterile air, sharp and impatient. "Where is Juniper?"
Denzel didn’t waste time with explanations. He reached out and slowly drew back the heavy privacy curtain.
Juniper lay on the narrow hospital bed, her frame looking smaller than Dominick remembered. A clear tube ran from a glucose bag to a needle taped to the back of her hand.
Though the doctors had initially planned to discharge her that morning, her vitals had dipped, forcing them to keep her under observation for another twenty-four hours.
At the sound of the curtain rings sliding against the metal rod, Juniper turned her head. Her eyes, clouded with exhaustion, suddenly snapped into focus.
"Nick? Gabriel!" she gasped, her voice raspy. She struggled to sit up, the sudden movement causing the IV line to tauten. "What are you... what happened to your faces?"
Dominick stood at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Seeing her in such a state, sent a shock through him, but his expression remained a mask of cold.
"Nick, talk to her. I would like to have a conversation with my Gamma too," Dominick said, already walking away.
Denzel set the medical report on the bedside table and stepped back, retreating behind Gabriel. He could read the room; the air was thick with Dominick’s simmering agitation.
Dominick reached out and yanked the privacy curtains shut. He sat in the plastic chair beside the bed and picked up the document Denzel had left behind. Juniper’s fingers caught in the bedsheets, fidgeting nervously as his eyes scanned the technical jargon.
He stopped at a specific line. The toxicology report indicated trace amounts of silver-based toxins in her bloodstream.
"You were stabbed with a silver blade?" Dominick asked, tilting his head to catch her gaze.
"Yes," Juniper whispered, her voice trembling. "It was... a colleague from my office. He hired someone to do it." She swallowed hard, looking away from his piercing stare. "Denzel found out the details. I told him not to disturb you. I know you didn’t want to see me."
Dominick looked from the paper back to the bandage visible beneath her hospital gown.
"A colleague?" Dominick repeated, his grip tightening on the report until the paper crinkled. "What possible reason would a co-worker have to use an assassin on you?"

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