Not happening.
“She’s stronger than that,” I say quietly.
The doctor’s expression softens just enough to make me hate it.
“I hope you’re right.”
Hope.
The word scrapes down my spine like broken glass.
“When can I see her?”
“They’re moving her to ICU now. A nurse will come get you shortly.”
I nod once because if I try to say anything else, it’s going to come out wrong.
The doctor gives my shoulder a brief squeeze before walking away.
And I stay there in the middle of the hallway, staring at the closed doors Olivia disappeared behind.
Alive.
She’s alive.
Right now, that has to be enough.
Even if it feels like my chest is caving in around it.
Clay
The rideto the hospital is a blur.
Pain sits heavy in my ribs where the round hit my vest, but it’s nothing compared to what Hannah and Stephen are dealing with.
They’re both barely conscious by the time we arrive. The mothers rush inside.
The doors fly open.
Medics rush in.
“Two critical!” one of them shouts.
“Possible internal injuries, dehydration, trauma,” Lucas adds, already moving with them.
They take Hannah first.
Then Stephen.
Both disappearing through the same doors Olivia went through.
That thought hits harder than I expect.
Russ is already there.
Standing in the hallway.
Like he hasn’t moved.
