Chapter 41 - The Flying Whisky (1/2)
Gabriel could not bring Claire to a hospital. There are eyes and ears everywhere, and this could easily get blown out of proportion. He couldn't risk it. Yet, he also couldn't risk Claire's well-being, so on the way to the Residence, he has already called up Lopez the butler, who in turn contacted the best doctor they know.
Lopez has also arranged everything in the Residence so Gabriel and Claire could arrive in utmost privacy. Only Dale and Lucille the chambermaid are allowed to serve them. They use the service elevator for the back-of-house staff—people who now are actually just serving a single person—which also opens directly on the penthouse floor.
Lopez the butler and the doctor are already there when they arrive. They all help in placing Claire on the bed and making her comfortable. The doctor performs all the mandatory checkups—at least the ones that don't require medical instruments. After checking her eyes and her breathing, the doctor extracts a vial of blood from her arm.
”Is that necessary?” Gabriel says, eyeing the amount of blood in the glass vial.
”I'm afraid it is,” the doctor mutters. Then he drops some of the blood into an instrument and waits. The instrument makes an odd beeping sound, and displays some numbers on the LED screen.
”It's Rohypnol, the date **** drug” the doctor says, shaking his head. ”At a fairly high dose.”
Gabriel pinches the bridge of his nose. ”Is she going to be okay?”
”Well,” the doctor says, rummaging through his bag. He finds another vial of blue liquid. He shows it to Gabriel. ”She will be fine after I give her this antidote, which was actually developed by one of your companies, Mr. Tan.”
”Really?”
The doctor nods, then without another word, he injects the blue liquid into Claire's arm. The woman doesn't budge; she stays blissfully unaware of everything.
The doctor straightens up. ”Well, now, you'll only have to let her rest for about six hours. She'll be fine. She'll wake up without much recollection of what happened to her. She might not even remember whoever did this to her.”
”It's not really relevant, Doc. That has been taken care of.”
The doctor shrugs. ”Please call me if you notice anything, anything at all, Mr. Tan.”
”He's staying in a suite on the ground floor,” Lopez buŧŧs in. ”So he'll be here just in case you need him, sir.”