Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 64: Does it hurts badly?

Sabe opened his eyes slowly, his vision blurry as the harsh brightness of the room assaulted his senses. He winced, blinking several times as his eyes gradually adjusted, until the outlines of the room became clear.

"Fuck... my head hurts," he murmured under his breath.

He tried to sit up, but the moment he shifted his body, a sharp pain shot through him, forcing a low groan from his throat. His muscles refused to cooperate, weak and heavy as though they didn’t belong to him.

Only then did he fully take in his surroundings.

White walls. The steady beeping of a heart monitor. The faint smell of antiseptic lingering in the air.

He was in a hospital ward.

Sabe frowned deeply, his gaze dropping to his hand where a drip was connected to his vein, clear fluid slowly flowing into his body.

"What the fuck am I doing here?" he snapped the moment his eyes landed on Josh.

Josh his personal bodyguard was seated beside the bed, posture straight, expression tense, as though he had been waiting for this moment.

"You’re finally awake boss!" Josh voiced out with excitement written all over his face. "I’m so glad you are."

"You’re here," Sabe continued sharply, his confusion rapidly turning into irritation. "Where’s that motherfucker therapist? And where’s Gabe? How the fuck did I end up here?!"

Josh rose to his feet immediately, concern flashing briefly in his eyes before his expression hardened into professionalism.

"You need to calm down, boss," Josh said firmly. "You’ve been unconscious for two days now. And... a lot has changed. Drastically. And instead of worrying about the therapist and your husband, why don’t you worry about yourself?"

Sabe’s eyes widened.

"Two days?!" he barked. "That means I missed the love show I was supposed to have with Matthew since Gabe chose to be useless!"

His breathing grew uneven as anger surged through him.

"How the fuck did I end up on a hospital bed instead of that so-called therapist?" he demanded. "I need an answer and what do you mean I should worry about myself?! Where are those two cheating bastards?!"

Josh’s jaw tightened.

"The last thing you should be worried about right now is your husband or the therapist for real boss." he replied seriously. "You need to focus on yourself."

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Sabe snapped. "Where were you yesterday though when everything was happening?!"

Josh hesitated before answering, his gaze lowering slightly.

"You ordered me to leave and spend time with my family after I dropped you home two days ago," he said quietly. "I only found out later about what happened."

Sabe clenched his fists, frustration and fury together in his chest.

"Oh that’s true. I can remember that and the last thing I can also remember," he said slowly, "is attacking Alex. Then everything went blank."

His eyes darkened.

"I refuse to believe he won that fight," he added coldly. "I’m an Alpha. He’s a Beta. There’s no fucking way I should be the one lying here instead of him except of course I’m in the hospital for a rest huh? But being unconscious for two days? Was I given sleeping pills or what? Did you do this Josh? When the fuck did I need to be admitted in a hospital for a rest for two whole days?!"

Besides did I end up cutting off his useless dick? That was the only question that mattered now.

"Tell me....did I cut that bastard dick off?!" Sabe soon asked aloud with curiosity in his eyes.

Before Josh could respond, the door to the ward suddenly burst open.

Two men dressed in blue uniforms stepped inside. Their badges gleamed under the fluorescent lights, guns secured at their waists. Their presence alone was enough to shift the air in the room.

Sabe’s lips curled into a grin as he doesn’t need to be told who they’re.

"Oh, good," he said with clear excitement. "You’ve heard what happened to me, right? About how that therapist allowed me to end up like this?"

He let out a short laugh.

"I’m guessing he’s already rotting in a cell. I must commend you for doing your job properly."

The older officer....his hair streaked with white, his face stern but controlled studied Sabe carefully before speaking.

"We’re glad you’re finally awake, Mr. Sabe," he said evenly. "We’ve been waiting for you to regain consciousness."

"Good," Sabe replied smugly. "Then you can hurry this up."

"That’s precisely why we’re here," the younger officer chimed in, his tone firm and unyielding. "Now that you’re awake, we’ll need you to come with us to the station the moment you get better completely."

Sabe froze.

"...Come with you?" he echoed incredulously. "What, to bail him out?"

He let out a harsh scoff.

"I don’t care if he dies in there....same goes for Gabe. Those two are nothing but cheaters."

The younger officer opened his mouth to respond but before he could speak, the ward door burst open again.

A middle-aged man in a white lab coat hurried inside, a stethoscope hanging around his neck. A female nurse in blue scrubs followed closely behind him.

"I’m glad you’re finally awake, Mr. Sabe," the doctor said warmly as he approached the bed. "How are you feeling? Does it hurts badly?"

He glanced briefly at the drip.

"You shouldn’t feel much discomfort right now though since the pain relief medication is still active. You may not even feel any pain for now."

"Hurts?" Sabe raised an eyebrow, utterly confused. "What hurts?"

He shifted slightly on the bed, his brows knitting together. "And yeah... I’m glad I’m awake too. Even though I don’t remember what really happened or how I ended up on a hospital bed. But still.....everything’s fine."

Fine?

"Huh?" The doctor raised an eyebrow, clearly startled, as he let out a heavy sigh. "He doesn’t know?" His gaze lingered on Sabe’s face, studying every flicker of expression. "How is that even possible?"

"Oh, I’m confused too," the younger police officer scoffed, folding his arms. "He’s either behaving like someone who just lost his memory... or he’s pretending." His lips curled in mockery. "And trust me, I know how to handle people like you."

"Huh?" Sabe snapped his head toward him, anger instantly flashing across his face. His jaw tightened as he lifted his hand, ready to point and demand respect....

Only to freeze.

A sharp metallic pull stopped his movement.

His breath hitched as he looked down.

Handcuffs.

Cold, unforgiving steel secured his wrist to the hospital bed.

A wave of shock slammed into him, followed swiftly by terror that crawled down his spine.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" Sabe yelled, his voice rising in disbelief and rage. "Why the fuck am I handcuffed?!" He strained against the restraint instinctively. "How dare you put handcuffs on me like I’m some criminal?!"

"Oh, we dared," the younger officer replied calmly, his eyes filled with disdain. "Because you are a criminal."

He leaned slightly closer. "So get better quickly. Prison’s waiting for you. Your inmates are already excited about your arrival." A smirk tugged at his lips. "They’re very interested in meeting you."

"What the fuck is going on?!" Sabe roared again, panic bleeding into his fury as he turned his head toward Josh, who had remained unnervingly silent. "Josh!"

His voice cracked with command and desperation. "What the fuck is happening? Say something right now and stop standing there like a damn mute!"

"You really need to calm down," the doctor cut in sharply, rushing closer with concern etched across his face. "If you keep this up, your wound could rip open, and that would be extremely dangerous.....life-threatening, even. It’s a miracle that you’re still alive."

He then turned toward the police officers, irritation hardening his tone.

"Do you want to arrest your criminal dead? Because you won’t be able to take him anywhere if he bleeds out here. Let him recuperate first. This is a hospital....we save lives here. Let us do our job."

"Criminal?" Sabe snapped, breathing heavily. "What the fuck are you saying, doctor? How dare you use such a word on me?!"

With shaking hands, he yanked the drip out of his free hand, ignoring the sting, blood immediately welling at the puncture site. He ran that hand through his hair aggressively, frustration consuming him.

"You’re all driving me insane," he growled, chest rising and falling rapidly. Then he glared at Josh again, eyes burning.

"Can you just fucking speak, you motherfucker?!"

"Oh, damn it!" the doctor shouted, rushing forward. "Will you stop yelling before you actually kill yourself?!"

He quickly pulled back the hospital blanket, his movements urgent and that was when Sabe noticed it.

Blood.

Dark red stains soaked into the fabric.

"You’re already bleeding," the doctor said grimly.

The female nurse hurried forward, carefully removing the bloodstained blanket from Sabe. As they were pulled away, Sabe’s breath stuttered.

W....where did the blood come from? he thought, dread tightening his chest.

Slowly, his gaze dropped to his waist.

And his heart nearly stopped.

Blood....fresh, thick, and unmistakable...covered him, already soaked his hospital gown.