You Can't Save Everyone Novels & Stories

At Quintus Ford's command, the rescue workers hesitated briefly before turning away. Since he had taken responsibility, it hardly mattered to them who they saved first. Meanwhile, I lay amidst the rubble, my body drained of blood. My mind reeled at his words, leaving me momentarily dazed. The nearby doctors and nurses couldn't help but mutter their discontent. "People today are unbelievable! His wife is in far worse condition, yet he rushes to save another woman!" "The worst part is that the woman isn't even badly hurt. She just has a few scrapes, yet she insists on competing with critically injured patients for an ambulance."

He was a hellhound. I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. "Mr. Smith, I'm a doctor sent from the Dynastara special district. "Do you think my country would let it slide if you killed me today?" Justin tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. "What does it matter? In Garvos, where war is a constant, losing a doctor or two is nothing new. "Is that the best defense you’ve got? How dumb!” ... After he said that, Justin pressed the gun against my forehead. "I'll make sure your country knows how brave you were..."

Don't push yourself too much. I knew he was right. I couldn't afford to push myself too hard, not when the safety of our child depended on it. But I was grateful for his guidance and support, and for the chance to continue training, even if it was at a more controlled pace. But where he was wrong was saying I couldn't save everyone! Of course I could. Everyone needs saving, they're a million of people who could die if nothing is done to Marcus. I wish Max had ended him off when he had the chance.

You don't have the power to save everyone, and trying to do so is no different from committing a crime. "You chose this path. Now walk it on your own."

I say without hesitation. "I need you to promise me that you won't go and be a hero." When I open my mouth to object, he hurries on. "I'm just saying, there's going to be a very real possibility that we're going to lose these people out there on the road, and I don't want you getting yourself killed because you think you can save them. It's one of the first lessons I ever learned, and it happens to be the harshest, too. You can't save everyone. Remember that." "Ryder-"

I spat out a mouthful of blood and winced as I turned my head toward the passenger seat. Upon seeing Keaton Rourke wedged between the airbag and the seat, I ground out, "You disabled the airbag, didn't you?" He looked at me like he wanted me dead. He ignored my question, raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "Hate to break it to you, but even with you bleeding out, Teresa will still come to me first." I hunched over in pain, clutching my stomach with both hands. My vision was blurring, and I could barely keep my eyes open, but I still had to defend Teresa Bellamy. "She is my wife. There is no way she would save you before me."

Of watching everyone we saved die because we destroyed the only thing that could save them. "There has to be another way," I said. "There is always another way. We survived Marcus. We survived the Consortium. We survived everything. We can survive this." "Sometimes," Hope said quietly, "survival is not option. Sometimes we just—lose. Accept it. Make peace with it. Say goodbye while we still can." "No. Absolutely not. I refuse. We do not give up. We do not quit. We—" My phone rang. Unknown number. I almost ignored it. Then something made me answer.

Elena covered her mouth. “No…” “You see?” The woman whispered. “This is what happens when you choose yourself.” Elena's knees weakened. Adrian held her. “Don't look.” “But they're dying.” “They're memories.” “They feel real.” “I know.” The woman smiled. “You can't save everyone.” Elena looked at Adrian. He was right. She couldn't. She had spent lifetimes trying. And every time, someone had died. Someone had suffered. Someone had blamed her. Maybe that was the truth she had been running from.

" The members of the pack rushed forward, pinning me to the ground. Their fists rained down on me mercilessly. Through the pain, I looked up at Leo with red eyes and found that his face was filled with hesitation as Jasmin clung tightly to his arm. I didn't owe him anything anymore. Seven years ago, he saved my life and loved me with all his heart since then. But all of that—all the love, all the memories—had been shattered under their fists. Cayden sobbed desperately. He grabbed onto Leo's pant leg and suddenly dropped to his knees. "Uncle—no, Alpha Leo! I was wrong! Please, I beg you, stop hurting my mommy!"

He exhales slowly, as if the effort costs him more than breath should. “I feel like if I don’t do something,” I say quietly, “it means I failed.” Kieran’s gaze doesn’t leave the man. “That belief,” he says, “is how people break themselves.” He turns to me fully then. “You cannot save everyone,” he continues. “And you are not meant to. If you try, you will learn to measure your worth by absence instead of presence.” The words settle, heavy but clean. “You don’t protect life by erasing yourself,” he adds. “You protect it by remaining whole.”