Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 446:

At the entrance of the theater, medics rushed a stretcher, quickly loading another victim.

“Let’s get to the hospital, fast!”

Hospital.

Eric’s eyes flew open, and he bolted upright.

“Ugh—damn it!”

A sharp, searing pain tore through his chest, forcing him to clutch his ribs while pressing a hand to his throbbing head.

“Mr. Flynn!”

Phillips, who had been keeping vigil at his bedside, sprang to his feet, his face lighting up with relief. “You’re awake! That’s a damn good sign! The doctor said the sooner you wake up, the better your chances.”

couple of fingers in front of Eric’s face.

away.

chuckled. “Just covering the bases. You took a nasty hit to the head—a concussion, they said. Gotta make sure everything’s

if someone’s brain got scrambled, it sure

Bandages wrapped around his shoulders, arms, and head—a testament to the explosion that had thrown him off his feet.

and cut straight to what

latest updates on

brought in too,

word, Eric shoved the covers aside, ready to get

whoa! Mr. Flynn—hold

both hands

out, and she was discharged already. But

still have an IV in, so maybe—just

flicked to the IV drip. With an exasperated sigh, he leaned back

first light of dawn crept into the hospital room, Eric stirred awake. His body ached from the restless night, and though the IV