Cassian:
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“Alpha, maybe… change your clothes first?” Luke whispers, like he’s afraid I’ll snap.
I glance at him and see the worry in his eyes. My throat is too tight for words, so I just nod.
…~...
I stop at the door of the OR, looking through the glass frame. I see my Angel on the bed, under the bright, blinding lights.
The air is thick with urgency, beeping monitors, shouted orders, hands, gloves, instruments, and the metallic rattle of trays being rolled into place.
Every second feels like an hour. My heart races as I watch, helpless.
Then, the sound I feared most, an alarm. The monitor starts beeping out of control.
“Vitals crashing again!” a nurse shouts.
My chest tightens.
“No!” My legs move before I think. I slam the door open, but Jackson grabs hold of my arm.
I lose
