Liam's POV
“We can’t lose her!” My voice was meant to be firm, commanding, but it betrayed me, cracking into a mere whisper. Logan lifted his gaze to meet mine, his expression shattered. His cheeks were damp, his eyes glassy. Seeing my older brother—my rock—fall apart sent a sharp ache through my chest.
“I’m so sorry, Liam. This is my fault,” he rasped, dragging his hands over his face as though he could scrub away his guilt. “Whatever this is, she’s going to be okay. She has to be. And when she wakes up, I swear I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she doesn’t reject you. You don’t deserve that.” His voice was raw with determination as he pushed himself off the floor and placed a firm hand on my shoulder.
“What are you even talking about? You didn’t make her pass out. Doc will figure
