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.

call him," Charles roared. "Don't

man on Charles back grabbed Charles' shoulder

at him. "Back off, you little shit. You think you can touch me like anyone

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

"So you finally know who

asshole," the man shot back. "A bastard

He leaned in, venom in his voice. "Don't make me decide if you

time you played judge, the courthouse filed a

broke something in

He didn't argue.

distance and slammed his fist

in a stunned heap. People in the queue closed in, faces sharp with fear and anger. "Hey-what the hell

we take you down together," another

gonna take me? You'll regret the day

are you waiting for? Do you want me knocked down before you act? Break

guards burst in, wheeling Kelly Kingston behind them, her legs

bolted ahead with his girlfriend, leaving Kelly behind without a

through the halls in a wheelchair, they fought to keep

they found Charles already in the

churned, and

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

spilled across the reception. Shouts, scuffling feet,

the nurse up by her hair again, the young woman's face streaked

menace coiling through each word. "Call your best doctor now

but she snatched the phone

said. "Doctor Hendrick - we need you at reception now. There's an aggressive patient. Reception

hands were buried in a man's chest

the operating room

iron.

at the wall speaker.

here reception's filling up. Ten people are bleeding. If you don't come now, those people

could die out here."

to' s

clenched. "Don't be dramatic," he snapped, still working. "Handle

until I'm done."

voice on the wall

if you don't come here right now, I'm

affair to

a metallic clang. Hendrick's face went

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

out, nurses and assistants staring

does have

the OR doors

neared reception, the scene struck him like a gunfight-bodies scattered across the tile,

in a wheelchair: Kelly Kingston. Both legs crushed, mangled beneath torn fabric, bone poking

knee. "If we don't operate now, you'll

the corridor. "Get her to the

glanced at the other victims. They were battered, but breathing, still moaning. They'd

to push Kelly, but a hand slammed down on the chair handle. Charles Kingston blocked his

you think you're

snapped back. "Her condition is critical. Do you want

roared, yanking his girlfriend closer. "You treat my girlfriend

the woman clinging to Charles. Her arms were scratched, dried blood crusting like rust. She

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 want to die?" he hissed. "If I tell you to

stared at him through wet

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

why

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