Solstace’s breath hitched, his chest tight with a panic that constricted like a vice, each heartbeat a booming echo in his ears as he watched the nurse work feverishly over Crimson. The room, which had moments ago been a sanctuary of tender confessions and vulnerabilities, had transformed into a battleground against an unseen adversary.
The nurse’s hands flew over the equipment, her movements a blur of efficiency. ‘Her vitals are dropping,’ she muttered, her voice tinged with urgency, not just to herself but as a stark warning to Solstace.
“Her vitals are dropping,” a nurse muttered, more to herself than Solstace. “We need to stabilize her now.”
Crimson’s breathing was shallow, each breath a labored effort that seemed to sap her remaining strength. A frigid dread coiled in Solstace’s s
