The emergency room doors burst open as the ambulance screeched to a halt outside. Paramedics yanked out the stretcher with practiced urgency.
Juliette leaped down behind them, her face sheet-white with terror.
She'd taken Camila to some high-end fashion show today—what should've been fun had turned into a nightmare before it even began.
Blood. So much blood. The sight had nearly made Juliette collapse.
"Doctor! Please—you have to save her!"
Her voice cracked as she ran beside the stretcher, panic consuming every word.
Heath appeared out of nowhere, shoving through the crowd like a man possessed.
His gaze locked onto the stretcher—onto Camila, drenched in crimson.
The impact hit him like a physical blow to the chest.
Everything went silent. The world stopped.
The paramedics transferred her onto the hospital gurney, checking oxygen lines and IVs as they raced toward emergency.
Heath stood there like stone, his hands ice-cold and shaking.
