Dizzy.

"He did a good job there. So young yet, intimidating and smart. I don't think I can ever get her scared the same way he managed to,” Eddie thought as she chuckled more.

When Stacy entered Bruce's room, she went straight to the drawer and brought out the pills Bruce had asked for to help reduce his headache.

"Stacy?” Bruce groaned, his dark lashes fluttering open as he struggled to sit up on the bed.

"Yes, sir. It's me, I've gotten the pills for you but I brought a glass of juice instead of the water,”

Using his strength, Bruce's voice came out deep and forced as he struggled to speak up like he normally did. "No worries. Just pass me the pills and a glass of juice. I will have them now, my head feels like a battling field with a lot of drums playing in there,” He grumbled, trying to sit up on the bed.

Stacy placed the juice on the bedside table and rushed to his side to help support him so he could lean on the headrest of the bed.

At the same time, she heard the door