Katarina’s POV
“Somebody help him!” I shouted, my voice cracking.
Machines screamed. Doctors swarmed. Vittorio's body arched once, then dropped. Cold. Still.
He was dying.
I stood frozen near the door, eyes wide, heart in my throat.
"Get out the way!" a nurse barked, shoving past me with a crash cart.
I stumbled back, nearly falling.
“Is he?” I choked.
“Move!” another snapped. A guard’s hand gripped my arm and yanked me into the hall.
I hit the wall, hard. My shoulder burned.
“Don’t touch her like that,” Ghost barked, storming past. His voice boomed down the hallway.
“Get me O-negative! Now! He’s crashing!” Another doctor shouted
“I….I can help!” I gasped.
“What?” a nurse turned to me.
“I think….I think I have his blood type. O-negative. That’s what they always told me. My m
