"Lucas…Luc–" she moaned softly, her voice barely audible over the hum of the car. Lucas strained to hear her. "What did you say?" he asked, his brow furrowing in concern, as he glanced back, and saw her pale and slumped in the back seat.
His heart pounded. He couldn't keep driving with her like that. Grabbing his phone, he called Landon.
"Landon, where are you?" he asked, his voice tight.
"I'm right behind you in a taxi," came the quick reply.
"Get here now and drive us to the hospital," Lucas said urgently. He pulled over to the side of the road and quickly switched to the back seat.
As he settled in, Celine's eyes fluttered open. She weakly pulled herself onto his lap, her arms trembling as they wrapped around his neck. Her breath was warm against his cheek, and she pressed her lip
