“No. No, no, no”
Noa’s voice cracked like glass as the monitor screamed its cruel siren.
Flatline.
His world stopped. Again.
“DO SOMETHING!” he shouted, lunging toward the bed, but the medics were already moving defibrillator pads slapped to Rook’s chest, adrenaline stabbed into his arm, hands moving so fast it looked like a blur.
“CLEAR!”
Thump.
Rook’s body jolted.
Noa’s heart nearly exploded with it.
The monitor stuttered then flickered. Then spiked.
A beat.
Another.
“He’s back!”
Noa nearly collapsed again. Ivy caught him by the arm just before he hit the floor.
“Sit. Breathe.”
“I can’t he said something Ash was working with someone”
“He’s sedated now. You’ll get answers when he’s stronger.”
“No, I need to know now.”
But Rook was unconscious again, breathing shallow and
