Sophia’s POV
The fluorescent lights overhead blurred past in streaks of white, the air shifting from damp and stale to the sharper, cleaner scent of the ambulance bay outside.
Sirens wailed faintly in the distance as we loaded into the back of the ambulance, but inside it was just the steady beep of monitors, the low murmur of the paramedics checking my vitals, and Colton’s thumb brushing slow, soothing circles over my knuckles.
I clung to him like he was the only real thing left in the world, my face still buried against his chest, breathing in the faint trace of his cologne mixed with the metallic tang of his bloody knuckles.
Safe.
I was safe.
But the word felt fragile, like it could shatter if I let go.
The ride to the hospital was a haze of flashing city lights through the
