"Master Eden is amazing. With just a single sentence, she sent Polly Phelps straight to the top of the trending topics. James Zimmers is in for it again!" the assistant remarked, shaking her head.
"Got nothing better to do?" Director Liz Zane shot her a cold glare. The assistant stuck out her tongue in fear, then grabbed her tablet and scurried away.
Liz Zane didn't think much of it, but James Zimmers was about to lose his mind.
He was recovering in the hospital, but after seeing the trending posts, he flew into a rage. Ignoring the IV drip in the back of his hand, he scrambled out of bed and tried to storm out. The needle shifted awkwardly, and the sharp pain made him even more frantic. He simply ripped out the needle and hurled it to the ground, IV bag and all.
A nurse heard the commotion and rushed in, trying to restrain him. "Mr. Zimmers, what's wrong? Please calm down! These are just superficial wounds, they'll heal! They won't leave any scars!"
