"You had a lot of internal bleeding. We have to fix it. You have to take your medicines on time. We will take care of it until you are here but once you are out of here you aren't our problem anymore and you know this." Nancy did notice that the doctor's behavior was strange with her. She could tell he worked for Damon.

Nancy gulped and felt out of energy. "Water," She asked and one of the nurses came to her and helped her get water.

"Are you hungry?" The nurse asked but Nancy shook her head. She had doubts if Damon would care about her enough to arrange for her surgery. He was angry and could leave her to die without a blink. She didn't ask any of it from the nurse because she couldn't. She was to never bad mouth him. And, Nancy knew things like these won't remain hidden.

"Are you Mrs. Anderson?" The nurse asked,

Nancy looked at her and nodded, "Yes, for how long I was here?" She asked and the nurse replied. "It's been a day." Nancy gulped and tried to look normal when she asked, "Where's my husband?"

"Staff from your residence dropped you here. We haven't heard anything from anyone until now." Nancy narrowed her eyes "How much for the bill?" She got worried.

"This facility is owned by Anderson's. You don't owe us anything." The surgeon replied. It was only now that Nancy noticed this doctor was nothing like medical staff should be. But she didn't think any of it.

Nancy looked around. Of course, Anderson owned this place. And, she was an Anderson. Nancy felt stupid for asking for the bill but she refused to think much of it.

"When am I to be discharged?" She asked the doctor this time.

"We are asked to wait for the further order from Anderson estate." The nurse replied while the surgeon kept scribbling something on her file. Nancy knew this hospital was one of a kind for not considering her condition but wait for Damon's order about her. She was nothing but a captive and it shows in their behavior.

"If you have any discomfort you can call us through this intercom." The nurse who had walked out to call for the doctor spoke this time. Nancy waited for a moment before she nodded her head. But then recalling how she had a lot of questions about the wound on her arm she asked, "What about my arm? How is it?" This time Nancy's voice wasn't of confusion or fear.

"It's fine." This time the doctor replied all the while looking at her file. The response didn't calm Nancy.

"I am more concerned about my arm. Is it rotting or something? It did smell bad."

"I have realized you haven't been changing the bandage." The doctor still was busy on the file and refused to look at her.

"I was busy. Got things to do." Nancy tried to cover.

"I won't lie. There is not a lot I can prescribe you for the kind of life you are leading. It will be a waste anyway."

"What? What did you say?" Nancy asked and this made the surgeon look at her.

"When I said you can ask for anything. I didn't mean I would entertain your petty concerns. It was just out of courtesy. You are not even admitted here on the papers. You know what you are. Don't you? Your husband beat the shit out of you. And, we collected the mess that was made of you. We know what you are. You are someone who won't even get a cleaner's job here."

Nurses remained quiet. Nancy held her head high. She had realized that these people were nothing to be respected for. And, she better tell them she was not for theirs to decide.

Nancy gestured for the nurse to pass her the glass of water. The nurse poured her the water and Nancy sipped on it before throwing it across the room. Nancy looked at the surgeon and ordered, "Get out of here,"

"You better see your manners here," The surgeon warned,

"You are fired," Nancy told him and a rage passed his face before he gritted. "I performed the surgery on you."

"Out. Now."

"You cannot fire me." The doctor warned but Nancy was quick to raise her brows and encouraged him.

"Ask Damon if I can't. Believe me, he is a very patient man, unlike the popular opinion." This is exactly how Damon talked and most people from the south side knew this. The doctor stared at the nurses who remained frozen at their places without any signs of life. To say they were scared for their lives was an understatement. The change in Nancy's voice was too sudden. She didn't look like someone who didn't have her husband's favor and it shows. There was a kind of authority in her eyes.

"I want to meet the head of this hospital whoever is running this place." But when none of them moved Nancy closed her eyes. Annoyance was apparent on her face when she gritted, "Now,"

Nancy only let herself relax when all of them walked out at once. She felt weak and wanted to sleep. In only ten minutes someone walked into her room. The man looked in his mid-sixties and was quick to ask. "I heard you called me. Can I ask..."

"No, you cannot ask me anything after failing to run this place." Nancy tried her best to claim her position. The last thing she wanted was to be treated as a captive when she could manage to make them run for their lives.

"I didn't get what you mean..."

"Your doctors dared to question the kind of life I am leading. Call Damon, now. He will be the one to deal with you." When the man didn't move Nancy demanded, "Is this too much to ask?"

"Miss..." The owner tried to defuse.

"Ah?" Nancy raised her brows.

"Mrs. Anderson, we shouldn't trouble Mr. Anderson for this one? You tell me and we can..."

"Call Damon," Nancy refuse to budge. Even though it was the last thing she wanted this man to do.

"I apologize. Forgive my shortcomings and tell us how we can mend this. I will owe you a big time." Nancy rolled her eyes and looked away.

"What is this with your staff treating me as if I am some captive of Damon? I want them to treat me as if my health is their top concern."

"But?..." He tried to say something but Nancy cut him off. "I don't know what my domestic staff told you when I was out. But you will listen to me now because I will do the talking here for me."

"Sure," The man agreed without a delay.

"I will not get out of here until I am not good. Just like any other patient in your hospital. Did you get me?"

"Yes, I did get you. Anything else?" Nancy used her hand to dismiss him but the moment he was about to leave Nancy asked,

"What's your name?" The man smiled and replied, "Andrew Remington,"

Nancy looked at him from head to toe and told him as if she was only recalled of it now.

"Also, no one is allowed to see me or meet me except for Damon. I want no staff of mine coming to pick me up. Even if they say Damon has sent them. It doesn't matter. I will only be discharged when Damon comes to pick me up." The man blinked at her order and tried to be as cautious as he could manage when he objected, "I don't think we can do this..."

"Did I hear you say something?" Nancy asked and Andrew was quick to state. "No worries, I will take care of it but you will have to tell Damon why we didn't heed his calls if he decides to make calls."

"Why would he not listen to me? I am sleepy. And, if Damon calls tell him I was missing him."

"Very well," Andrew replied,

"Also, aren't there any female surgeons?" Nancy asked,

"No, we don't have any female surgeons in the whole of Greenfall." Nancy tsked as if she was utterly disappointed.

"What can we expect? Hire some." She told him and Andrew was quick to nod. "I will keep this in my mind."

"Fine, please leave," Nancy dismissed him.

Nancy didn't know for how long she had gotten. But for sure she had gotten until Damon didn't take the labor to get her. She knew even though he loved to torture her. She was too little for him to waste his breath to get her from here.

The anxiety of Damon appearing at the door was always on her nerves. There was a reason her eyes would mostly be on the door and not on the windows to enjoy the view. No matter how much she tried to relax she would wake up in the middle of the night drenched in her sweat. Her nightmares were going bad. And, each nightmare had Damon in it. The worst was knowing it was not a bad dream because Damon Anderson was her reality.

Her actions at the hospital did earn her the care she deserved for paying them their bills. Now, they were more concerned about her health and treated her as Damon's wife should be treated. If she said she had a discomfort it was noted down and her medicines were changed accordingly. She was told how her arm wound wasn't on her bone but saved her bone with only a few millimeters. For the first time, she looked at her wound when they changed the bandage in front of her. It was bad and Nancy didn't know if she would get enough time to recover it in the hospital. So, she noticed how the nurse was doing it.

"What is this solution?" Nancy asked,

"It is antiseptic. The wounds are cleaned when we change the dressing. It makes sure that it doesn't go bad. And, heals fine."

"I want a lot of it when you discharge me." The nurse stopped to look at her but then nodded in an instant. "Of course, Mrs. Anderson."

"No, arrange my discharge bag right away. Get me bandages, such solutions, and the cream you have been applying on my bruises. Don't forget the vitamins too. The more the better. I don't want to come to the hospital all the time. Give me enough until I get recovered."

"I will do it once I am finished with your dressing." The nurse later on arranged her discharge bag. Nancy knew Damon could come any moment. And, something tells her she would barely get the time to get her shoes when he would come. He would sure be angry.

It had been three days until she was admitted to the hospital. Nancy didn't know she would get this much of the time when she pulled the stunt with the hospital staff. The nurses had helped her with the bath and had already given her medication. But finding her looking at the door the nurse asked, "Do you want me to switch on the TV?" But Nancy shook her head all the while looking at the door.

"Has anyone from my staff made the call for me?" It was only now that Nancy had asked this question.

"Yes, they did call a day later. But you have ordered us to..."

"I know," Nancy cut her off raising her hand. Nancy tried to calm herself but her intuition told her that the worst was on the way. Damon was on the way. She also feared Damon misbehaving with her in the presence of the staff. This way she won't be able to pull such a stunt the next time.

Another nurse brought her breakfast. It was a bowl full of fruits. When both left Nancy chewed on it. A minute later the whole place fell into a creepy kind of silence. Nancy looked at the door and jumped when she noticed Damon walking past the window before appearing at the door. "God, no." She jumped realizing she was out of time. She could tell it was her end when she noticed blood on Damon's knuckles. His temple had a little dirt and he seemed as if he hadn't slept right. She could smell alcohol on his breath.

Damon was fast to notice the bowl in her hands and asked, "You are good here?" Nancy gulped sitting uptight. He had the kind of look that was asking if this was the lifestyle she used to have.

"I cannot complain,"

"Are we done with the breakfast?" Nancy bit her cheek and nodded, "Yes,"

"Good, because you have somewhere to be." Nancy wondered if that place was six feet under her grave when two of his guards appeared at the doorframe too.