....
An hour later,
He stood from the chair he was previously seated on, his eyes fixed on the theater door as the door rolled open. A man dressed in green surgical wear stepped out, slowly removing the gloves from both his palms. He tossed it into the bin, and locked eyes with Lucian.
"Mr. Vale, would you mind coming to meet me privately?" He demanded, while removing the hairnet from his head.
"Just say what you want to say here, Collins is not an outsider." Lucian spoke coldly, his brows furrowing badly as he didn't see his grandmother out of the theater room. He walked forward past the surgeon, his hands leaned into his pocket about to enter the theater and he was stopped, his hands thugged on by the doctor.
"Don't make it difficult for them Boss," Collins walked up to him, releasing Lucian's grip on the doctor who stopped him from entering. He turned over to the petrified doctor, his eyes reassuring. "What is her status, Doc?"
