Damien’s POV
I sat by the side of my bed, my hand gripping hers as the doctor spoke, but my head had already tuned out the words. Every syllable echoed through my body like a distant alarm I couldn’t silence.
I didn’t even know how I had managed to call for help; all I knew was that I was trembling, my hands slick with her blood…Isabella’s blood…when Jaxon and Mateo burst through the door.
What if she had died? What would I have done? How could I have survived the aftermath of that?
“Mr. Voss, are you listening?” Doctor Russell’s voice cut through my haze, gentle but insistent. I flinched, startled, but Jaxon answered for me.
“Tell us everything we need to do,” he said, his tone clipped. “I’ll relay it to him later.”
I kept my hand clutched around hers, silently willing her to stay
