Anticipating relief, Bruce was dismayed to find the ice cubes utterly ineffective. The agonizing pain and severe swelling persisted unabated.

His face contorted in anguish, Bruce, once a formidable warden, now crumpled to the ground, resembling a little girl soiling her skirt and weeping in a muddy puddle.

Concerned, Camilla queried, “Mr. Warden, is it any better?”

Bruce shook his head between sobs, despairingly admitting, “Help me think of something. I can’t endure this. It’s too much…”

Flustered, Camilla stammered, “I can’t think of anything…”

Then, she suggested, “What if I call 911 for help? Should I?”

“No!” Bruce blurted, realizing the consequences. “Calling 911 would ruin all of us!”

Bruce comprehended the peril of being in a federal prison, with the Rothschild family connections. A scandal tonight could ruin his career and relationships.

Enduring the torment, he pleaded, “Go to my pocket, get my phone. I need to make a call, find someone to help.”

Relieved at the thought of assistance, Camilla hurriedly retrieved Bruce’s phone.

Bruce’s call for help wasn’t directed at Charlie, the recent acquaintance, but at a friend, a physician at a nearby hospital.

Impatiently, Bruce exclaimed, “Mark, where are you?”

A middle-aged voice responded, “On duty at the hospital. What’s wrong?”

Bruce urgently revealed, “I’m in trouble. You might be the only one who can help me!”

alarmed, inquired, “Bruce, are

It’s a life-threatening situation, and you’re my

“Where

a private treatment room. No other doctor

details for targeted preparations. Bruce hesitated but courageously disclosed, “It’s my little brother… It’s at least two or three times bigger than usual. I feel like it’s about to burst and I��m going to

Mark exclaimed, “Did you take any

“It just swelled suddenly, like it’s possessed. It’s on the verge

hospital. I’ll prepare the room. If it’s as bad

his fear palpable as he stammered, “I…I’ll be there right away!” He tossed the phone aside, locking eyes with Camilla and the other girl, urgency in his voice, “Quickly,

evident, unconsciously uttered, “Warden, you… I’m afraid

Weinstein looked down, a sinking feeling in his heart. The awkward posture

of inspiration, Camilla suggested, “Warden, how

hesitation, urging, “Go quickly, fetch

and masks, flanked Bruce Weinstein, hastily wrapped in a bathrobe. The trio hurriedly made their way out of

each step delivering torture akin to needles relentlessly piercing him. Yet, he understood the gravity of the situation, he had to endure, avoiding

the wheel of Bruce Weinstein’s car, skillfully navigated toward Manhattan

car halted at the hospital entrance. Bruce Weinstein’s close friend

approached and opened the door. Witnessing Bruce Weinstein curled

it’s not April Fool’s Day. I don’t have the energy for pranks. For God’s sake, get me to the hospital

of the car. Observing Bruce’s silhouette through the bathrobe, Mark was momentarily stunned. He inquired, “Bruce, is this for

“Mark, I’m not

drugs first.

agony, veins protruding, urged,

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