Alex.
We reached the hospital in minutes. I slammed the car to a stop right outside the emergency doors, jumped out, and ripped open the back door.
"Ariana?" I called out. No response.
I leaned in and saw she was unconscious. I quickly checked her pulse on her neck—strong and steady. She was alive. Thank God.
I lifted her out and ran inside the building, screaming for help. Nurses rushed toward me with a stretcher. I laid her down, and they sped her away toward the ER.
I was shaking, wiping the sweat from my brow. What went so wrong, so fast? She seemed okay just an hour ago. I hadn't planned for this. I just prayed she would wake up.
After what felt like a lifetime, they finally allowed me in. Aria was on the bed, an oxygen mask over her face. I saw a familiar woman with a file stan
