As Theo approached Bianca, a sour, unwashed smell wafted from her frail body. But he didn't care. Urgency burned through him like wildfire. He dashed toward her limp form and shook her forcefully. Bianca, he barked, his voice thick with desperation. No response. Her skin was icy cold, her face pale as snow. For one heart-stopping moment, he feared the worst, until he noticed the faintest breath escaping her slightly parted lips. She was still alive, barely. Without wasting another second, Theo scooped her into his arms and sprinted toward the main door. His sharp gaze caught a shadow shifting behind it, the old lady from before, eyes wide with panic. Realizing the gravity of Bianca's condition, the woman bolted through the back door, disappearing into the dark like a guilty ghost. Theo didn't chase her. He couldn't afford the time. If he didn't get Bianca to the hospital immediately, she wouldn't have s
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