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AUTHOR’S POV
Vivian’s heels clacked against the hospital’s cold tile floor, her breath coming fast as she rushed down the hallway.
The fluorescent lights above flickered slightly, casting a harsh, sterile glow over the pristine white walls.
The air smelled of antiseptic, sickness, and something else—something heavy, almost suffocating.
The beeping of machines echoed from every direction, a constant reminder of the fragility of the people within these walls.
Her heart pounded as she neared the room, her hands trembling. She barely registered the nurses speaking in hushed voices or the murmurs of other patients’ families waiting outside.
None of it mattered.
The only thing she cared about right now was Sloane.
She shoved open the door, the sound loud in the quiet space
