The red light above the door flickered again.
Inside, shadows moved quickly.
Lena’s breathing became shallow. Every second felt like it might shatter her.
Minutes later, the ICU doors burst open again.
A nurse rushed out, calling for additional blood units.
The tension spiked instantly.
Lena grabbed Rhys’ sleeve. “What’s happening?”
Before he could answer, the doors opened once more.
This time, Theon stepped out.
His gloves were stained. His expression calm, and controlled. But there was sharp focus in his eyes.
He pulled down his mask slowly.
Lena stopped breathing.
“Well?” Rhys asked.
Theon glanced at Lena briefly.
“He’s not dying tonight.”
Lena’s world tilted.
Her knees gave out again — but this time from overwhelming relief.
Rhys caught her before she hit the ground.
