Inside, the nurse is yelling at the doors to the bed bay, frustration etched on her face as she struggles to get in.
"This is ridiculous! He is very unwell—how have you locked the doors?"
She turns as I enter, ready to unleash her anger on me.
"Don't even try," I snap, my voice carrying an authority I didn’t know I possessed.
She shrinks back as I brace myself and charge the doors, splintering them apart as I burst through.
My grandfather stands by the far window, his face lined with quiet concern.
Then I see her.
Ella.
My wonderful, Ella.
My breath catches. Her grip on Will’s hand so tight, only the whites of her eyes, her face a mask of furious concentration. I drop to my knees before her, panic surging.
"What is going on?" I demand.
"She is saving Will," my grandfather murmur
