Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 95: Tringg tringg~

Tringg tringg~

"Drayce?"

"What the fuck happened to Rhea, Harris? Why didn’t you take her to the hospital?" Kael’s voice was a low growl, laced with anger, his free hand gripping the kitchen counter, knuckles whitening.

Harris’s voice crackled through, tired but steady, a hint of defensiveness cutting through.

"I tried to take her to a hospital, Drayce," he said, his tone clipped. "She insisted they were small wounds, demanded I drop her at the Haven. I didn’t put her collar on so she could heal faster. You know how it suppresses regeneration."

Kael’s eyes narrowed, his voice rising, sharp with accusation. "She’s knocked out right now, Harris! Exhausted, lost an unhealthy amount of blood—her wounds aren’t small. You saw her condition. You should’ve forced her to the hospital!"

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There was a pause, the line heavy with silence, then Harris sighed, his voice rough, strained.

"Rhea’s a big girl, Drayce. She makes her own calls. And I have three others to look after and now they are all in critical condition, fighting death. I can’t babysit her all the time." His words hung, a stark reminder of the stakes Harris play with, and Kael’s anger faltered, his grip on the counter loosening, his hazel eyes flicking to the floor.

"What happened?" Kael asked, his voice softer, a knot of dread tightening in his gut.

Harris’s reply was blunt, heavy. "We lost. Barely escaped."

Kael’s breath caught, his mind racing. "Who was it?" he asked, his voice low, urgent.

"The Haunter Twins," Harris said, the name a dark weight, conjuring images two ruthless villains strong upper A-Class villains.

Silence stretched, thick and oppressive, then Harris continued, his voice flat.

"The team’s disbanded. Don’t send Rhea anymore."

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The call cut off, the sharp beeps echoing in Kael’s ear, leaving him staring at the phone, the screen dark, Harris’s words a hammer blow.

He set the phone down, his hand trembling slightly, and walked toward Rhea’s room, his boots heavy on the creaking floorboards.

He paused at her doorframe, his hazel eyes softening as he looked at her.

Rhea lay on her bed, her fiery red hair fanned across the pillow, her torn superhero costume stripped and now she was bare with only her bra and panties, her wounds cleaned and bandaged.

Her face was pale, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

A busty woman stood beside her, mature, with white hair tied in a neat bun, her white coat crisp, a medical bag open on the nightstand, syringes and pill bottles glinting in the lamplight. freёnovelkiss.com

"How is she?" Kael asked, his voice low, his arms crossing as he leaned against the doorframe, his jacket crinkling.

The doctor turned, her green eyes sharp but warm, her lips curving in a reassuring smile.

"Nothing to worry about, Kael," she said, her voice calm, professional. "She’ll be fine by tomorrow morning. I’ve given her an injection to boost her regenerative abilities and pills to keep her asleep until then."

She paused, her gaze turning serious, her hand resting on the bed’s edge.

"Put the collar back on her neck tomorrow early in the morning before she wakes. People often wake from nightmares in situations like these, and her powers could flare. Keep her in control."

Kael nodded, his hazel eyes flicking to Rhea, the weight of the doctor’s warning settling in.

He had already experienced such a situation with her, he would have to do more than just put the collar around her neck.

"Thanks, Doc," he said, his voice soft, grateful, as he stepped aside, gesturing toward the door. "I’ll walk you out."

The doctor packed her bag, snapping it shut, and followed Kael through the Haven’s living room.

Freya’s shower hummed louder now, a faint moan filtering through the walls, the bullet vibe likely, finally, finding its mark.

Kael’s throat tightened, but he kept his focus on the doctor, leading her outside to the alley, where her sleek black car waited, parked under a flickering streetlamp, the evening sky a deep indigo.

She opened the back door, placing her suitcase on the seat with a soft thud, then turned to Kael, her white coat catching the lamplight, her green eyes glinting with a familiar mischief and allure.

"Nice little setup you’ve got here, Kael," she said, her voice low, teasing, her fingers brushing the ridge of his shirt, a sensual graze that sent a spark through him.

"Still keeping things... interesting."

Kael’s grin was wry, his hazel eyes meeting hers, a flicker of their past warming his chest.

"Thanks, Doc," he said, his voice light but strained. "I’m a bit low on cash, so I’ll pay you soon, I promise."

Her laugh was soft, throaty, her hand lingering on his chest, her fingers tracing the fabric.

"No need to pay, Kael," she said, her tone velvet, her eyes locking on his. "We’re friends, aren’t we? But you could give me one of your massages."

She leaned closer, her breath warm, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And it’s going to have a happy ending."

She winked, her lips brushing his in a quick, teasing kiss, her scent—lavender and antiseptic—lingering as she pulled back.

Kael’s smile widened, a mix of amusement and agreement, his hazel eyes glinting.

"Deal," he said, his voice low, the promise a quiet spark between them.

She slid into her car, the engine purring to life, and drove off, her taillights fading into the alley’s shadows.

Kael sighed, relief washing over him, his shoulders relaxing as he leaned against the Haven’s door, the cool wood grounding him.

The doctor —Clara, though he rarely used her name— was an acquaintance of his, from his superhero days, a friend forged in the chaos of frequent injuries and visits to the hospital.

Back then, his broken bones and gashes had sent him to her room often, her skilled hands patching him up, their banter easing the pain.

One day, out of gratitude, he’d offered a massage, boasting his stress-relief skills.

Clara, skeptical but curious, had accepted, and Kael’s hands and powers had worked her shoulders, her back, until she melted under his touch, declaring it the best massage she’d ever had.

A few sessions later, her flirtations turned bold, and one night, their chemistry ignited, their bodies tangled in a haze of heat and gratitude on the hospital bed.

It continued, a casual but intense connection every time Kael was injured, she would put him on rest for an extra day to check if he was completely healed.

Until, Kael quit the hero life, his company’s coverage for her expensive services ending, their visits dwindling.

Today, seeing Rhea’s state, he’d called Clara, hoping their history would earn a discount in this tight situation.

She’d delivered more than he expected, her wink and kiss a promise of more than just medical aid, he would have to visit her soon.

But now, as Kael walked inside the Haven, his mind churned.

Rhea, his golden goose for earning money through her hero work, was down, her injuries were a reminder of her vulnerability. She was still an novice A-class.

How would he keep the Haven running. He was already out of his entire savings, he didn’t predict such a thing to happen, just when things were going so well.

Do I have to start working at the Massage Parlor again?