SCARLETT
“We need to go to the hospital,” Zayden said, his voice tight with panic as he grabbed my trembling hand. His grip was firm—desperate, even. My legs barely moved, but he pulled me toward the car. Vincent was right behind us, silent but pale, his eyes wide like he’d seen a ghost.
Rain hit the windshield as Zayden sped through red lights, cursing under his breath, one hand gripping the wheel, the other clenched in a fist.
I sat frozen, numb, my thoughts a blur.
Then… nothing.
The world went silent. Colors faded. Everything just—
disappeared.
Black.
The hospital lights were too bright. They buzzed overhead like angry bees, bathing everything in sterile white. I blinked against them, lying still in the bed while the world blurred around me. The sheets beneath me were stiff, a
