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Chapter 159

Penulis: J-Noiré
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Drew’s POV

When we finally reached the hospital, the doors burst open and everything became a whirlwind. Voices overlapped, nurses shouting codes and doctors calling for stretchers. Someone asked me to move back, another hand pressed against my chest to stop me from following.

But I could not move.

I could not let her go.

They wheeled her through the double doors, and her hand slipped from mine, small, soft, and gone before I could catch it again.

“Sir, please wait outside,” a nurse said firmly. “We need space to work.”

I did not even register her words. All I could see was Lila’s hair spilling over the edge of the stretcher and the bright red stain spreading across the white sheet beneath her.

It did not look real. I didn't want to believe that it was real.

“Sir!” another nurse tried again. “You can not go in there.”

Her voice snapped me back to reality. I froze, realizing I was standing right in the middle of the hallway, my shoes slick with blood. Her blood.

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