Lucas’s POV
“Get me a damn doctor!” I yelled, bursting into the house with Rose’s limp body cradled in my arms. Her skin was cold, her breath faint—every second counted.
I had driven like a madman, ignoring every rational thought, fueled only by the hope that I wasn’t too late. That I hadn’t already lost her.
“No… she’s strong. She’ll pull through this.” The words slipped through my lips, but I didn’t believe them. Not fully. I pressed my hand harder against her wound, blood oozing through my fingers.
“Where the hell is the doctor!” My voice cracked as I lay Rose on the bed, trying to keep pressure on the wound. Panic gripped my heart in a way I hadn't felt in years, not since Maire. No—this couldn’t be happening again. Not to Rose.
Isabella rushed into the room, her face draining
