Dario and Gayle stalled on the threshold, looking at the mess in the ward. The smashed medical equipment was scattered all over the floor. The tray, clipboard, vials of the potions, IV drip bottle, syringes, cotton, and gauze roll were strewn here and there. The sofa was lying upside down. Both the coffee table and the stool were broken.
Blaze strode around, huffing and puffing. His gaze roamed around the room. It was as if he was looking for something to smash. His nostrils flared as he snorted from time to time. As he clenched his fists firmly, his biceps bulged, and the long muscles of his forearms popped. The broken chains that hung around his wrists and ankles jingled as he moved.
Dario and Gayle didn’t dare move. They stood still without making a sound, looking at him in dread.
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