The hospital lights blurred as the gurney rolled.
“BP's dropping!" someone shouted.
Aniya's world tilted, color draining into grayscale. She held onto Antonio's voice like rope.
“Stay with me," he said. “I'm right here. Right here, Aniya."
She blinked. Blood in her mouth. Chest tightening.
Voices rose. Hands pressed. Metal clashed.
Antonio's hand didn't leave hers.
“Count for me," he said. “Count anything."
“One," she whispered.
“Good. Again."
“Two…"
But her voice faded.
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Across the emergency wing, Leonardo's gurney slammed into a second room.
“Gunshot wound to the chest," the nurse barked. “Vitals stable but shallow."
He grunted as they cut open his shirt.
His eyes never left the doors to the trauma bay across the hall.
“Is she alive?" he asked, voice thick.
No one an
