“Bring him inside quickly,” he said, all business. “We have a private room prepared, fully equipped.”
They transferred Tristan from the ambulance gurney to the facility’s gurney with practiced efficiency. I tried to follow but Orion held me back.
“Let them get him settled first,” he said.
“I need to be with him…”
“You will be. But let the doctor examine him, assess his condition. Five minutes, Athena. That’s all.”
Five more minutes felt impossible, but I nodded. Watched them wheel Tristan inside, through automatic doors that closed behind them with a soft
whoosh.
Derek and Sarah joined us in the lobby. It was nice here. Peaceful. Nothing like the harsh, clinical environment of the regular hospital.
Soft lighting, comfortable furniture, art on the walls. A place designed to make people feel calm.
I didn’t feel calm.
I felt like I was crawling out of my skin, every second that passed another second Tristan suffered, another second his life hung in the balance.
“This is the right call,” Derek said, noticing my agitation. “Dr. Ben is the best. If anyone can help Tristan, it’s him.”
“I’m not worried about Dr. Ben,” I said. “I’m worried about…”
“I know what you’re worried about,” Derek interrupted gently. “And it’s going to be okay. You’re going to be able to help him now. Safely. Without riski
exposure.”
Sarah took my hand again, that silent support I’d come to rely on.
Dr. Ben emerged from the back hallway, pulling off latex gloves. His expression was serious but not panicked.
“His condition is stable for now,” he said. “But he needs immediate intervention. The internal bleeding is more severe than the other hospital realized, and there’s significant brain swelling. If we don’t act soon…”
‘Can I see him? I interrupted.
Dr. Ben studied me for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Of course. Room 3, down the hall on your right. But please understand, his prognosis is
“I understand,” I said, already moving. “Thank you, Doctor.”
Orion fell into step beside me. “Remember what we talked about. Be careful. Don’t push yourself too hard.
know.”
I’m serious, Athena. The moment you feel anything wrong…
I’ll stop. I promise.
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10:59 pm GP PP.
Chapter 335
But we both knew I was lying. I wasn’t stopping until Tristan was healed. Not for anything.
Room 3 was at the end of a quiet hallway. Through the door’s window, I could see Tristan on the bed, hooked up to various monitors and machines.
He looked so small in that bed. So vulnerable. Nothing like the strong, confident Alpha who’d held me in his arms just yesterday, who’d laughed and joked and made plans for our future.
I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The room was spacious, private, with a single bed and medical equipment that looked state–of–the–art. But I barely noticed any of that, my focus was entirely on Tristan.
His face was bruised, swollen on one side where he’d hit the ground. There was a bandage wrapped around his head, covering the gash I knew was
underneath.
His left leg was in a temporary splint, bent at an angle that made my stomach turn even with the stabilization.
But he was breathing, his chest rose and fell steadily. He was alive.
That’s what mattered.
Orion, Sarah, and Derek filed in behind me, their presence a comfort even though I barely registered it. My entire world had narrowed to Tristan, to the man I loved, to the father of my children.
I approached the bed slowly, carefully, like sudden movement might shatter this fragile moment.
My hand reached out, hovering over his chest, and I could feel it already, that pull, that connection between my life–giving powers and his Alpha energy They recognized each other, called to each other.
“Athena, Orion’s voice was soft but firm. “Are you sure about this?”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
