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Chapter 64: Between the Doors

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The ambulance screeches into the emergency bay, and within seconds, the doors burst open. The paramedics wheel Oliver out, voices barking instructions in clipped urgency.

“Head trauma. BP unstable. Notify Neuro. Let’s go, move!”

I try to follow—my legs already moving—but one of them turns sharply and blocks my path.

“You can’t come past this point.”

“I need to—he’s—please.”

But the stretcher is already disappearing behind double doors that slam shut in my face. All I see is a flash of blood-stained gauze and Oliver’s motionless hand sliding out of view.

I stand there, frozen. Then, my knees buckle.

A nurse notices and gently guides me to a seat. “We’ll let you know as soon as there’s any word. I promise.”

I nod, but I don’t hear her. My heart is still trapped behind those double doors. My thoughts are a static roar, sharp and loud and endless. What if that was the last time I see him conscious? What if—

I don’t let myself finish the thought.

My hands tremble as I dig my phone from my
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