ALEXANDER'S POV I walked into the hospital, sleep deprived and high on adrenaline. I made my way to the receptionist, slightly breathless. “Where is she?” I breathed.The nurse behind the desk looked up from her computer, her eyes going over me. And then a wave of recognition flashed across her eyes. “You must be Alexander.” She said, a small smile on her face. They faded as I frowned harder. “Zara.” I mumbled, eyes hard and trained on her.She swallowed, bending with a nod. I glanced around impatiently, noticing the three people on the metal chairs in the waiting room. One of which was already unconscious, with another bleeding from his leg. “There it is.” She said, straightening up. I swiveled my head to face her, an eyebrow arched. “Come with me.”She walked out from behind the chair, waving me over. I followed her quietly, cursing beneath my breath as my boot slid over a puddle of crimson. It was a small puddle of blood, creeping for the leg of one of the three on the chairs.
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