She's My Sleeping Pill-Chapter 961: UNTITLED

The heavy ER doors finally swung open, the rhythmic hiss of the pneumatic seal breaking the suffocating silence of the waiting room. A weary doctor emerged, peeling off his latex gloves with a slow, deliberate fatigue that mirrored the long hours of the night. He offered a small, reassuring nod.

"He’s going to be alright," the doctor confirmed, his voice gravelly but kind. "Luiz is severely dehydrated and sporting some nasty bruises that will take time to yellow, but he’s physically stable." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

A collective breath, held for what felt like hours, finally escaped the room. However, the physician’s expression remained professional and cautious. "The trauma—both physical and systemic—has taken a toll. He’ll likely wake up in an hour or two, but he isn’t out of the woods regarding recovery. I highly suggest you ensure he rests as much as possible over the next few days. No stressors, no excitement."

He scribbled a final note on the chart before looking up again. "His digestive system is fragile right now. Stick strictly to light, easy-to-digest nourishment—congee or simple broth-based soups only. Let’s give his body the space it needs to heal itself."

After issuing rigorous recovery protocols to the gathered family, the doctor signaled his team to transfer Luiz to the secluded quiet of the VIP ward - the wheels of the gurney clicking against the polished linoleum as everyone followed closely behind.

With the immediate crisis subsiding and a fragile relief settling over the group, Kyle took the opportunity to bridge the icy gap between the two women. Gently taking Kath’s hands in his—a silent anchor of reassurance—he gestured toward the woman who had saved his brother. "Kath, I want you to meet Lorraine Field. She was our neighbor years ago, before circumstances forced her family to relocate," he explained, his voice steady and grounding. Turning to Lorraine with an unmistakable softening of his expression, he added, "And this is Kath, my girlfriend."

The introduction hung in the air for a heartbeat before both women reached out, their hands meeting in a formal, yet significant, handshake. As their skin touched, the sharp edges of Kath’s suspicion finally began to dull. The heavy, suffocating knot of jealousy and doubt that had tightened in her chest loosened, feeling like a single, jagged thorn finally pulled free.

"Thank you for saving my brother," Cayenne interjected, a faint, weary smile finally touching her lips. "Your appearance tonight was nothing short of a timely miracle."

Lorraine shook her head gently, her expression softening with genuine warmth. "It’s truly no problem, Sis Yen. You and your family helped us so much back in the day, providing a kindness I’ve never been able to properly repay. Finding him like this was merely a coincidence, yet I’ve never been more grateful for a chance encounter. I’m just glad I happened to be passing by when he needed someone most."

"Thank you so much for helping him," Jonas Sylvester said, his voice thick with emotion as he clasped Lorraine’s hand in a firm, heartfelt gesture of gratitude. Beside him, Stefan offered a solemn nod, adding a quiet, "Thank you," with a respectful bow of his head.

Then, as if moved by a single, silent command, the entire group followed suit. A chorus of gratitude filled the corridor as everyone bowed toward her in unison—a gesture mirrored even by the stern, uniformed bodyguards standing watch. The sight was powerful and humbling; the collective display of reverence made it undeniably clear that Luiz was not merely a family member, but the very heart of their world, and Lorraine had just saved their most precious treasure.

Lorraine stood momentarily frozen, overwhelmed by the collective display of gratitude; she could only manage a sheepish, modest smile as she waved her hand in a frantic, dismissive gesture to downplay her role.

"I’ll give Clarisse a call," Kath announced, breaking away from the group. She stepped into the quiet shadows of the hallway to find some privacy, her thumb already hovering over the contact. After everything that had transpired, Clarisse deserved to know the truth about the night’s chaos.

Meanwhile, Reuben remained rooted to the spot, his eyes narrowed as he watched the exchange. "I think we’ve missed something," he muttered under his breath, the low rumble of his voice barely audible. His intuition was prickling—a cold, nagging sensation that beneath this "miraculous" reunion, a much deeper puzzle was waiting to be unraveled.

***

Dr. Rivera arrived at the Dumrique residence, his exhaustion evident in the slumped set of his shoulders as one of the stationed guards greeted him at the gates. He was ushered into the sprawling estate, but as he stepped into the foyer, a heavy, unsettling silence hung in the air; the house felt uncharacteristically hollow.

"Doc, can I get you some coffee, juice, or tea? Or perhaps something to eat? You look absolutely drained," Lucia offered, appearing from the hall. Her voice was laced with concern as she took in his weary state.

"I have no appetite, Lucia, but I would deeply appreciate a cup of black coffee," he replied, his voice raspy. "I need something to keep me upright and awake."

Lucia nodded understandingly and retreated to the kitchen. The sharp, aromatic whir of the coffee grinder soon filled the room as she prepared a fresh brew. While the beans were being processed, she pulled out her phone and quickly fired off a message to Stefan:

[Sir, Dr. Rivera has arrived.]

***

Meanwhile, Rey felt his phone vibrate. As he scanned the message, his eyes darkened, turning into cold pools of obsidian. Without a second’s hesitation, he deleted the thread, the screen’s glow fading as quickly as his mercy.

His instincts had been right all along. He knew that taking this initiative bordered on blatant insubordination—acting without a direct order from Stefan was a dangerous gamble in their world. Yet, a grim certainty settled in his chest; he was confident that Stefan would not only understand but commend the choice once the true motive was laid bare. The threat had to be neutralized at the root. The objective was chillingly clear: eliminate the youngest, Zeki.