As Conrad Grayson pulled into the driveway, he braced himself. He knew what needed to be done, but he also knew the repercussions attached.
Victoria had awoken in the hospital but quickly needed to be sedated. It was scarcely talked about, but Victoria was terrified of doctors. She had managed to control herself when someone else was in the hospital, but couldn't stand to be the patient. Against his better judgement, he had checked his wife out of the hospital while she was unconscious. He knew he'd have more luck asking his doctor for a house call. This way, Victoria wouldn't even be tempted to raise a hand to an unfortunate nurse. Although, in Victoria's defense, she didn't like needles either so an IV shouldn't have even been an option.
The memory of Victoria screaming and swinging her arms brought a smile as he looked at her now. Although drugged, she looked like a fallen angel. In some ways, she was.
In one swift motion he scooped her up and carried her into Grayson Manor. Her hair hung down, swishing from side to side with every motion. Before long her arm dropped down and he noticed the prisms from the sun hitting her engagement ring. He carried her in, watching the prism follow her.
Initially, he planned on keeping her on the ground floor considering her broken foot but he remembered Lydia being locked away in that room and couldn't bare to make Vic feel the same. Instead, he slowly carried his wife up the stairs and into her bedroom.