I park the car, feeling a wave of relief as I see him outside, clad in his pristine white coat, hands in his pockets, and a look that would usually provoke a retort from me, but right now, I don't give a damn. I don't have time to deal with his pretentious attitude at this moment.
I turn off the car, get out, close the door, and put the keys in my pants pocket. Circling around, I open her door to get her out. She's pale. Damn, she's f*****g pale.
"Come on, Siena, wake up, damn it," I hiss.
But it's in vain; she's truly unconscious and cold too.
I carry her in my arms, and as I turn around, I see two nurses running towards me with a stretcher and him behind them, but he's not running; he's walking very calmly, but at least he's walking. I lay her down on the bed immediately.
"How long
