The first thing Eugene noticed was the sound of commotion from the room. The door was open, and he could hear the sound of people shouting and panicking, even someone calling out for a medicine box.
Did someone get hurt inside? Eugene wondered when he realized someone beside her also looked like he needed a medicine box.
Arthur suddenly grabbed his chest, wheezing, breath labored as if he had difficulty breathing. His face turned pallid, and he clenched his jaw so hard his vein bulged in his temple.
"Crowley?" Eugene reached out to hold the alpha's shoulder and support him, but Arthur let out a sound between choking and retching and bolted out of the hallway.
Widening his eyes, Eugene looked at the alpha's receding back before shifting his gaze toward the room. Two people were coming out of the room with a worried expression; thankfully, one of them was the youngest scriptwriter that Eugene was rather close with.
"Diana, what happened?"
