Colby gave Sophie a gentle tap on the forehead and said, "Next time something like this happens, tell me right away. I've got ways to get blood."
"Get blood? How exactly are you planning to do that?"
Sophie, noticing Colby’s silence, pressed on, "Colby, most blood banks are well-stocked, but that's for saving lives. I don’t care how you handled it before, but from now on, we can’t do that. It’s like snatching someone else’s chance at life. After everything that's happened, I believe in karma. I don’t want us facing the consequences someday."
"Alright," Colby nodded. "I won’t buy blood from others. I’ll pay people to donate instead. Is that better?"
"Silly," Sophie chuckled, leaning into Colby’s arms. "I am feeling a bit worn out today. Let’s head to the hospital and check on Odie. He's awake now, so we can find out what went down."
"Sounds good," Colby agreed, steering the car with one hand while holding Sophie’s hand tightly with the other. Sophie felt her hand wrapped snugly in Colby’s, a touch that grew warmer by the moment.
At the hospital, Odie was propped up in his hospital bed when Sophie and Colby arrived. The night had already fallen. The Costello family's bodyguards stood vigilant at the door, not budging an inch.
Colby asked, "Notice anything suspicious?"
"Everything's normal, sir."
"Got it."
Colby and Sophie stepped inside the room. Seeing Odie in the hospital bed, Colby said, "I’ve dealt with the folks who messed with you, even if it meant wrecking a casino. You can handle the rest."
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