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ELEANOR
Me and Dante rushed through the hospital entrance, the cold fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow on the sterile white walls. The scent of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the quiet murmurs of staff and the soft beeping of distant machines.
My heart pounded in my chest as we made our way through the labyrinthine hallways, my heels clicking on the polished floor.
Dante stayed close, his hand hovering near my back, his expression tense with concern.
As we rounded a corner, my eyes fell on Lena, sitting on a bench, her face buried in her hands. Her shoulders were shaking with silent sobs, and I felt a jolt of fear twist in my stomach.
I quickened my pace, rushing toward her.
“Lena!”
I called out, my voice wavering slightly.
“Lena, what happened? How’s
