He had one mission. Drive. As fast as he possibly could.
Memories of the last time he’d arrived at the hospital in a panic crowded his head. The fire that had burned down the office and apartment. The one he and Emma had almost slept through. Jesse had been the one to save them then, and it had been Emma’s bedside that demanded vigil.
Gideon almost put his fist through the elevator door, waiting for it to arrive. He should have been there. Whatever had happened, he should have been there.
He turned on his heel and ran for the stairs. It was only five flights. It had to be faster than waiting.
The hinges screamed in protest when he shoved the stairwell door open, and two passing nurses jumped as Gideon stormed out. He only took two steps before Derek was there, his gray hair standing up
