THEA
The cab ride is a blur. I don’t care that Sebastian is beside me, his thigh brushing mine every time we take a turn. I don’t care that my hands won’t stop shaking or that I can feel him glancing at me like I’ll shatter at any second.
Let him watch. I’ve shattered before. This time, I’ll burn.
The moment the cab jerks to a stop outside the hospital, I fling the door open before the engine fully dies. Gravel crunches beneath my heels as I run, heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped animal.
Sebastian calls out behind me, “Thea—wait—”
“Which ward?!” I spin around, my voice ragged and wild. “Tell me where he is!”
He stumbles to a stop, panting. “Pediatric Ward 3C. End of the hall.”
I don’t wait for more.
I sprint through the glass doors, past the reception desk where someone
