Ashton’s POV I bolt through the hospital, my eyes darting between the sterile corridors and the hastily written directions that my mother texted to me before she went back into my father’s room to be with him. The sharp antiseptic sting of industrial cleaning products infiltrates my nose as I navigate the labyrinthine halls, searching for my family. I finally skid to a halt before a set of heavy double doors. A bleak sign above them reads: ‘cardiac unit.’ I jab the button on my left to release the lock, yanking the door open and hurry inside, making a frantic beeline for the small desk to my right. A weary looking nurse sits there; her eyes fixed on a heavy file in her hands. ‘Excuse me, I’m looking for someone, I was told he is here, Nikolai Deneko?’ I state as I stop in front of her

