Gates' head snapped up. "That's experimental."
"So is everything else about this situation."
Gates paced the small room, mind racing. Protocol Lazarus—a radical cell-regeneration treatment combining nanobots and genetic reconstruction. Dangerous. Illegal. And possibly Charlotte's only chance.
"Don't do anything. Wait until Arthur wakes up, then immediately notify me. Understood!"
The doctor nodded.
"Don't do anything," Gates ordered, surprising the medical team. "Wait until Arthur wakes up, then immediately notify me. Understood?"
The doctor blinked in confusion. "Sir, if we delay treatment—"
"Just do as I say." Gates' tone left no room for argument.
The doctor nodded reluctantly. "Understood."
Gates stepped into the hallway, pulling his security chief aside.
"Double the guards on both rooms. No one enters or leaves without my express authorization."
"Yes, sir. Should we be concerned about—"
"About everything," Gates cut him off.
"Yes, sir!"
