Rebecca's pov
We’d been at the hospital for a day now, and thankfully, Getty was stabilized. The fear that had gripped my heart eased as I watched her breathing return to normal, the telltale purple hue that had marred her skin fading into a healthy tone. It was a relief that felt almost surreal after the chaos of the previous night. I had fallen asleep in the waiting area, exhaustion dragging me down as I processed everything that had happened. When they finally told me that Getty was okay, I broke down, and I collapsed.
But my moment of peace shattered when I woke to the sound of Kayla’s high-pitched voice echoing down the hospital’s passage. “What do you mean you can’t further the treatment?” she demanded, her tone rising in panic. I strained to hear the response from the nurse, “I’m
