“We are giving her a mild sedative to help her heart rate settle,” the doctor replied.

The nurse was already injecting something into my IV line.

The cool liquid slid up my arm, making my veins feel like ice.

“This hospital is too loud,” Daniel said, looking around the small, sterile room.

“There are reporters downstairs, and the staff is distracted.”

“Mr. Whitmore, she is in the best place for her recovery,” Dr. Shah said.

“No, she isn’t,” Daniel countered.

He looked down at me, his eyes dark with determination.

“She is terrified here.”

“I want her moved to the estate.”

Dr. Shah paused, his hand still on my wrist, checking my pulse.

“She is not in a condition to be discharged, Mr. Whitmore.”

“I am not asking for a discharge,” Daniel said.

“I am transferring her care.”

“I will pay for a private ambulance.”

“I will hire a round-the-clock nursing staff to stay at the house.”

“We have the space, and we can bring in any equipment you require.”

I looked at Daniel, my vision starting to blur from the medicine.