Willow's POV
The night was restless. Despite the exhaustion that weighed my body down, sleep evaded me. I lay in the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts swirling in every direction. Axel was fading. His pulse was weak. His body drained. The color had already drained from his skin, and I couldn't stop thinking about the state I had found him in. It had been worse than I expected. I had watched, helpless, as his life seemed to slip away from him.
I couldn't rest, not when there was a chance, no matter how small, that I could still help him. The urgency of it kept my mind racing. The hospital had been an emotional rollercoaster, and it felt like every moment was slipping away, with nothing I could do to stop it.
I sat up in bed and reached for my phone. My thumb hovered over Ru
