EMERGENCY
LORENZO’S POV
The ride to the hospital doesn’t take long, but it feels like it stretches into eternity.
Every second inside the ambulance is loud, the sirens wails, the paramedics move with efficient urgency, their voices overlapping in clipped medical jargon as they work on her. One checks her pulse, another adjusts the oxygen mask over her face, shines a small penlight into her eyes.
And I sit there, frozen and burning at the same time.
Her hand is in mine.
Cold.
“Stay with me, Mathilda,” I murmur under my breath, even though she can’t hear me, or maybe she can. I don’t know, I just need to say it. I need her to know I’m here.
Somehow, through the chaos, I notice something, her phone, It had fallen near her when everything went wrong, and in the rush, I grabbed it witho
