Bitter Reckoning

Desmond's knuckles were white, his arm still frozen in the act of gripping Matthias's collar. It wasn't because he was feeling merciful or didn't want to give Matthias a good beating.

Now just wasn't the time to settle the score. He had to stay outside the ward, waiting for word that Valerie and the baby were okay.

Not long after, the attending doctor pushed open the door and stepped out of the op