The Almighty Dominance

Prime Hospital, Los Angeles.

Charles Kingston pushed through the glass doors with the kind of stride that said the world still bent for him.

Behind him, his girlfriend limped pitifully, her face twisted with pain—yet all she carried was a single scratch on her arm.

A long line snaked past the reception desk.

Charles didn't join it. He cut in front of the nearest man without a second thought.

"Hey,” the man protested. Charles kept walking.

At the desk Charles leaned in, voice sharp as a knife. "Nurse. Get me the best doctor you have. Now."

The receptionist, a young woman—already irritated from seeing them cut the line -glanced once at the woman clinging desperately to Charles.

Her arm bore nothing more than a shallow scratch, blood already dried into thin red lines. Yet the woman sobbed like her life was slipping away.

Even a five-year-old wouldn't cry this hard over something so small, the nurse thought. But the woman pressed harder into Charles, wailing:

"Darling, what's happening to me? Am I going to die? I don't want to die-please, please help me."

The nurse's patience snapped. Her tone was clipped, professional but sharp.

"The best doctor is in surgery. If you go to triage, a nurse can clean and dress it. Or you can cross the street and buy a bandage. You'll be fine. And next time— don't cut the line. Next."

Charles slammed his palm on the counter until the wood rang. The reception area froze.

"You damn nurse,” he spat. "Don't you know who I am? My girlfriend is bleeding. Call your best doctor, now."

The nurse didn't flinch. "Sir, I don't care who you are. If you make trouble, I'll call security and you'll be asked to leave."

Charles laughed, a cold, high sound. "You, a little nurse, threatening to call security on me?"

"Who the hell do you think you are?" he barked and hooked five fingers under the nurse's collar and dragged him closer.

"Call the best doctor now," Charles hissed. "Or you'll regret it."

A man behind Charles-the one he'd shoved out of line-stepped forward and clamped a firm hand on Charles' shoulder.

“Leave the nurse alone,” he said, voice steady. “She already told you. Your woman just needs a bandage. Stop making a damn scene."

Charles spun, rage burning in his eyes.

"Take your hand off me, bastard." His face twisted into something wild, the kind of look that made normal men wonder if he was drunk, high, or just rotting with arrogance.

The stranger saw the madness burning in Charles' eyes and chose not to push further. He lifted both hands in surrender.

"Whatever, man. But remember this arrogance brings loss. Humility brings gain."

Charles sneered, lip curling like a whip. "Yeah? Save those words for the poor fools like you."

Then he hauled the nurse forward. "Call the doctor. Now."

"I can't!" the nurse shouted, voice cracking. "Doctor Hendrick is in the OR. He's in the middle of a procedure. I can't—”

"Then pull him out!" Charles barked. "This is an emergency too!"

"I can't!" the nurse repeated, helpless and steady all at once.

Charles lost it. The thin mask of barely-there politeness ripped away, and the fury beneath—always as fragile as tissue divided ten times over-shattered in an

instant.

He grabbed a fistful of the nurse's long hair and slammed the young woman's head against the counter.

Red spattered the reception wood. The nurse's nose burst open and blood ran hot across her lip.

tell you to call the doctor, you call him," Charles roared. "Don't make me wait, you asshole. Don't make me

Charles back grabbed Charles' shoulder hard,

little shit. You think you can touch me like anyone else? I am Charles

shocked, "Oh, Charles Kingston... sorry. Thought you were just

finally know who I

the man shot back. "A bastard beyond

venom in his voice. "Don't make me decide

decide? Last time you played

broke something in

He didn't argue.

and slammed his fist into the

closed in, faces sharp with fear and anger. "Hey-what the hell are you doing?" someone shouted.

we take you down together,"

"You gonna take me? You'll

"Guards! What are you waiting for? Do you want me knocked down before you

burst in, wheeling Kelly Kingston behind them,

chased after Charles when he bolted ahead with his girlfriend, leaving Kelly behind without

her through the halls in a wheelchair, they fought to keep

doorway, they found Charles already in the middle

chaos churned, and his orders cracked like

the crowd, plowing through bodies with brutal, practiced force,

reception. Shouts, scuffling feet,

by her hair again, the young woman's face

best doctor now or I'll smash your face again until

nurse's hands trembled, but she snatched the

the nurse said. "Doctor Hendrick - we need you at reception now. There's an

hands were buried in a man's chest when the emergency

Blood slicked his gloves; the operating room smelled of

iron.

can't come out now!" he barked at the wall speaker. "I'm opening a

speaker. "You have to get out here reception's filling up. Ten people are bleeding. If you don't come now, those people and

could die out here."

to' s

"Don't be dramatic," he snapped, still

until I'm done."

wall came

you don't come here right now, I'm going to send the

affair

a metallic

breath. He didn't waste another word. "Hold the line. Close him up.

strode out, nurses and assistants staring as he passed. Whispers rippled through the

really does have an

shoved the OR

like a gunfight-bodies scattered across the tile, blood smeared in dark streaks,

Both legs crushed, mangled beneath torn

one knee. "If we don't operate now, you'll lose both legs,"

chair toward the corridor. "Get her to the operating

the other victims. They were battered, but breathing,

down on the chair handle. Charles Kingston

do you think you're going?" Charles

stop me," Hendrick snapped back. "Her condition is critical.

don't fucking care!" Charles roared, yanking his

turned his eyes on the woman clinging to Charles. Her arms were scratched, dried blood crusting like rust. She was

looked back at Charles like he was insane. "I don't have time to play with you," he said coldly, and shoved the wheelchair forward again. Charles' hand shot out and clamped down on the chair. "Do you

him through wet

that moment she couldn't understand why she'd ever backed Charles, why she'd turned on Alex,

why

blood

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