Thick smoke drilled straight into my nose as a painfully familiar figure rushed toward me.
Earlier that night, my ex-boyfriend, Adrian Cole, had only come to the hospital for a business meeting with one of the investors staying in the VIP ward upstairs.
He had already been preparing to leave when the fire alarm suddenly erupted throughout the building.
The entire hallway instantly descended into chaos. Patients screamed, nurses rushed people toward the emergency exits, and thick smoke quickly swallowed the corridors.
Then, amid the confusion, Adrian heard a name he had not heard in years.
"Ms. Selena Ashford is still inside!"
His body froze.
Before anyone could stop him, he turned and charged straight into the fire.
Barely conscious and almost at the edge of death, I pointed weakly
