Chapter 5 The Hospital

• Jordan’s POV
• Three excruciating days—that's how long I waited for the reports on Celine and the pup to arrive.
• Patient: Benjamin Jones
• Date of Birth: 09/05/2022
• Age: 1 year, 5 months, and 7 days
• I. Clinical History: Benjamin Jones was born on May ninth, two thousand twenty-two, in perfect health through natural birth. At birth, he presented the following characteristics:
• 1. Weight: 3.2 kg
• 2. Height: 48 cm
• 3. Apgar Score: 9/10
• 4. Physical Characteristics: Benjamin exhibited all typical features of a healthy newborn, with appropriate reflexes and responses.
• II. First Hospital Admission: Benjamin was admitted to the hospital on March 30, 2023, at the age of 10 months. At that time, the patient's mother expressed concerns about Benjamin's health, citing symptoms including:
• 1. Lethargy
• 2. Paleness
• 3. Unexplained bruises
• 4. Intermittent fever
• 5. Weight loss
• III. Current Health Status (1.5 Years): Benjamin Jones is currently 1.5 years old and receives ongoing medical care. His health status is characterized by:
• 1. Leukemia Diagnosis: Following extensive tests and evaluations, Benjamin was diagnosed with a rare form of leukemia on September 23. Treatment challenges have ensued.
• 2. Ongoing Treatment: Benjamin undergoes chemotherapy, blood transfusions, and related medical procedures. His treatment is closely supervised by a multidisciplinary team.
• 3. Treatment Response: As of now, Benjamin has not responded to treatment, necessitating continuous medical attention to manage the disease.
• 4. Follow-Up Appointments: Benjamin attends regular follow-up appointments to monitor disease progression and adjust treatment as necessary.
• 5. Developmental Milestones: Despite health challenges, Benjamin achieves typical developmental milestones for his age.
• Benjamin's treatment remains a top priority, demanding ongoing care and attention. The medical team is dedicated to ensuring Benjamin's health and well-being.
• "Sir, would you like more information?" Hector caught my attention. I hadn't realized how long I had been immersed in those pages, especially the one detailing what had happened to the ‘pup.’
• "Prepare my plane, I want to get to Seattle today," I instructed, rising from my seat and heading to my room to gather my belongings. "Get the medical team ready." I didn't glance back to check if my beta had already begun executing my orders.
• As soon as I stepped out of the house, the entire pack froze. The rumor of me having a son had already spread throughout, pushing aside my search for gossip.
• "Are you truly going after this pup, my Alpha?" Angel approached me cautiously, maintaining a respectful distance. I scrutinized her, questioning why I had chosen her as my fiancée.
• "I am," I declared loudly and clearly, ensuring all present heard. "Watch over our pack and obey the beta. Any issues, I will be informed and will mete out severe punishment." Heads nodded in acknowledgment.
• "May I accompany you, my alpha?" She ventured the question.
• "That's none of your concern," I replied bluntly, striding toward the waiting car.
• "But I am your fiancée," she whimpered behind me, prompting an irritated turn.
• "For now." My curt tone made her flinch, but inwardly I smirked at her defiance. I proceeded to the car and tossed my backpack to a subordinate who stowed it away.
• I tried not to dwell on thoughts during the journey. The distance between Shelton and Seattle was three hours by road, but by plane, it would take less than an hour.
• Upon stepping onto the hospital sidewalk, a palpably urgent energy engulfed me, akin to a desperate chant calling out.
• "I want the medical team here now!" I instructed my assistant firmly.
• "Of course, alpha, right away," he responded softly, immediately making calls.
• Entering through the main door, I confronted the receptionist, who appeared disinterested.
• "What can I do for you?" Her tone was indifferent.
• "I've come to see my son," I growled, instantly commanding her attention.
• The woman, who had appeared nonchalant, straightened up and offered me a smile. She seemed to understand the influence my presence held over these mundane humans, yet her leisurely demeanor tempted me to reprimand her for her sluggish service.
• "Oh, sir, I apologize. What's your son's name?" she inquired, her expression now attentive.
• "Benjamin Jones." The woman's demeanor shifted as she stood promptly. "Of course, right away," she assured, gesturing for my assistant and me to follow.
• "Shall I escort you to the floor?" she offered, and I nodded curtly.
• "I know the way!" I snapped, my senses keenly attuned to the scent of the child intensifying in my nostrils.
• "You do?" She seemed surprised, but I strode purposefully toward the open elevator doors.
• "Ton, arrange for a security detail. The hospital's current security is inadequate. I want strict control over who enters the baby's room—no exceptions without prior authorization," I commanded, and he nodded, swiftly dialing on his phone as we ascended to the fourth floor.
• With each step, the scent grew stronger, confirming what I already knew. No DNA test would be necessary. That pup was undeniably mine. I halted in front of a room encased in glass, where Celine cradled the baby in her arms.
• The child, wide awake, played with his blonde locks, casting pleading gazes at his mother. His fine, light hair resembled hers, and he appeared fragile.
• Celine smiled at him, attempting to convey a sense of security that seemed unattainable. Her smile appeared strained, and the dark circles under her eyes had deepened since I last saw her three days ago.
• Ton positioned himself behind me, awaiting my next directive. I turned to him briefly.
• "I've instructed the security team to maintain a presence throughout the hospital, with a focus on this floor," he reported.
• "Good." I shifted my attention back to the window, but now Celine's gaze met mine, her eyes brimming with hope and tears.