Chapter One Hundred and SeventeenTristan’s POVThe journey feels like an eternity, but we eventually reach the hospital. The ambulance doors swing open, and medical staff rush forward to take Andrea from the stretcher. I follow them, refusing to let go of her hand until a nurse steps into my path.“Sir, you need to wait here. The doctors are taking her in now.”“I’m coming with her.”“You can’t enter the emergency room. Please, let us do our jobs.”I try to look past her, desperate for one last glimpse of Andrea, but they wheel her through the double doors before I can follow. Her hand slips from mine, and the doors close between us.For a few seconds, I stand there, staring at them. Then the reality of what just happened hits me, and I sink into a nearby chair, burying my face in my hands. My clothes are soaked from the rain, Andrea’s blood stains my fingers and shirt, and my arms still ache from the CPR I performed on the road.I can still see her lying motionless beneath my hands.
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