Maxwell POV
The moment the call ended, I rushed to the hospital my heart beating fast as I pushed through the hospital doors, a suffocating sense of dread coiled in my chest. The sterile scent of antiseptic burned my nostrils, but it was nothing compared to the ice spreading through my veins.
"Amelia Hayes," I barked at the receptionist, my voice rough, barely restrained.
The nurse glanced up, startled by my urgency. "She was brought in about an hour ago. Room 307."
I didn't wait. My legs carried me down the corridor as soon as I heard the number, past the dim overhead lights and hushed murmurs of visitors and doctors. My pulse pounded in my ears, each step tightening the knot of unease in my gut.
When I reached the room, my breath caught in my throat.
Amelia lay on the
