"Harrison!" Christian’s voice shattered the quiet lobby of the private medical facility, echoing off the sterile tile walls.
Nurses scrambled with a gurney, their rubber soles squeaking against the floor. Christian refused to put Julianne down until they reached the designated trauma bay. He laid her on the mattress, stepping back reluctantly as the medical team swarmed her. They inserted IV lines and attached monitors with practiced efficiency.
Dr. Harrison rushed into the room, pulling on latex gloves, his white coat flapping behind him. "What happened?"
"She’s bleeding," Christian said.
"Heart rate is spiking," a nurse called out, checking the digital readout above the bed. "Blood pressure dropping. 90 over 60."
Christian stood near the wall, his chest heaving. He stared at the red
