JORDAN POV
The pungent stench of chemicals, blood, and drugs purged the air as it stabbed my nostrils. I ignored it, my mind blanked, my feet striding through the endless hospital halls.
I was at the club when my phone blared, and the message that flipped my head upside down came in.
It was Emma. It was an emergency. Although the message didn't clearly state what was wrong, the fact I was called meant it was serious.
Very serious.
A knot formed in my gut and nudged it. I swallowed the wrong choice. It tasted like chemicals dripped in desperation.
I took a turn and without knocking, I barged into her ward. The sight froze me dead in my tracks.
Lying lifelessly on her bed, with blood seeping between her legs, was Emma.
Blood? Her blood.
She was trembling, the machine beeping ins
