Mattew ran through the hospital entrance with Cain carried carefully over his back, his body completely weak and unresponsive. Cain’s breathing was shallow, uneven, and his blood had already soaked through Mattew’s shirt, though he showed no sign of slowing down. Behind him, Delilah rushed in just as fast, her footsteps echoing loudly across the tiled hallway.
“Help! Someone, please help us!” Delilah shouted, her voice sharp with panic as it bounced through the hospital corridors.
Almost immediately, nurses and doctors rushed toward them. The moment they saw Cain’s condition, their expressions changed from routine focus to urgent alarm.
Mattew spoke quickly, his voice controlled but tense. “He’s been stabbed. I stopped the bleeding, but he needs surgery immediately.”
One of the doctors
