Isla’s POV
The hospital loomed ahead, its harsh lights slicing through my face. My chest heaved with each step as I ran, the keys to Rico’s car still clutched in one hand.
I burst through the sliding doors of the emergency entrance, breath rattling in my chest. Nurses and orderlies rushed past me in a blur of white coats and sneakers. Monitors beeped urgently somewhere ahead. The scent of antiseptic was sharp, almost choking me, but I didn’t stop. Not for a second.
“Where is he? Zayne—he was shot on his arm!” My voice cracked as I skidded toward the front desk.
A young nurse replied to me. “Ma’am—please calm down—he’s in trauma. We can’t just—”
“I don’t care about protocol!” I snapped, forcing my panic into every word. “Which room? Who’s taking care of him?”
She swallowed, visibly i
