Episode 5

Finally, Damon took Eiran's advice and agreed to stay in the hospital for one day.

"Keep my whereabouts a secret, even from my father," Damon ordered Tommy, his assistant.

Eiran, who was still in the room, heard Damon's words, although he made no comment.

"You can take care of all the paperwork to move the patient to a care room," Eiran said in a professional tone, addressing Tommy.

"Understood, Doctor Eiran," Tommy replied, reading his name on the white coat.

Damon simply watched Eiran in silence, his intense gaze not missing any detail. Shortly after, the nurses placed an IV in his wrist, and Eiran left the room without another word.

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Five hours later, Eiran returned to Damon's room, now in a VIP suite.

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Eiran entered just as Damon was engrossed in his phone, lying on the bed with pillows supporting his back. Damon's dominant scent permeated the room, although it seemed controlled for the moment.

"How are you feeling, Mr. Ruiz? Better?" Eiran asked in his usual neutral tone, not intimidated by the imposing presence of the alpha.

"You're a doctor, aren't you? Then you should know better than me, right?" Damon replied coldly, releasing a slight trace of his pheromones, as if to show his displeasure.

Eiran only raised an eyebrow, ignoring the provocation as he approached to check the wound. He leaned towards him and opened Damon's shirt with skill.

"Don't move too much if you want the wound to heal quickly," Eiran indicated, his pure omega pheromones emitting a calming scent to neutralize the tension in the air.

Damon did not respond, but his eyes did not leave the omega, following each of his movements.

"How is the bullet wound on your arm? Has it healed yet?" Eiran asked suddenly, in a cold but inquisitive tone.

"That's none of your business," Damon replied, closing his shirt as soon as Eiran finished checking his abdomen.

Eiran sighed, hiding his irritation behind a professional mask.

"Very well. I hope you can leave tomorrow," he said as he turned to leave the room.

"And I hope I never see you here again," Eiran muttered softly as he walked towards the door.

Damon, with his heightened senses, heard the comment clearly.

"I won't come back here," he replied firmly, his tone low but loaded with intention.

Eiran stopped dead in his tracks and turned to look at him again, his gray eyes meeting Damon's dark ones.

"Better improve your attitude if you don't want to end up in the hospital again. Your face looks so unhappy that any disease would feel comfortable lodging in someone like you," Eiran retorted, unable to contain his anger.

"What kind of doctor says something so cruel to a patient?" Damon replied, visibly annoyed.

"And what kind of patient only knows how to criticize the doctor who helped him?" Eiran retorted, with the same harshness.

The scent of both pheromones intensified, clashing in the environment, a mixture of dominance and defiance. Damon narrowed his eyes, intrigued by the audacity of that omega who did not seem intimidated by his presence.

"I hope you are always healthy, so you don't have to come here and make me deal with patients like you," Eiran added before turning and leaving the room.

Damon stared at the door for a few seconds, frustrated and intrigued at the same time. Despite his temperament, he couldn't do anything against Eiran. As much as he was a dominant alpha, he had never used physical force against an omega, much less one who stood up to him like that.

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The next day, Damon was to be examined before being discharged. However, it was not Eiran who was attending him this time, as he was not on his shift.

"You are not my doctor," Damon said when a female doctor entered the room.

"Doctor Eiran is busy with other patients at the moment, Mr. Ruiz," the doctor replied with a friendly smile.

"I want him to examine me. He's the only one who knows my condition," Damon insisted in a firm tone, releasing a minimal dose of pheromones to emphasize his authority.

"But it's my shift now, sir. There's no difference," the doctor replied, trying to remain calm.

"I will not accept being examined by anyone other than him," Damon stated, his penetrating gaze making it clear that he would not change his mind.

"But, sir..."

"Just follow Mr. Ruiz's orders, doctor," Tommy intervened, accustomed to Damon's unusual demands.

The doctor, although uncomfortable, nodded with a forced smile.

"Okay, sir. We will call Doctor Eiran to attend to you," she replied before hurrying out of the room.

Damon lay back again, leaving the phone aside. A slight smile formed on his lips. For some reason, he wanted to see that stubborn omega again, although he didn't quite understand why.

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