Elijah’s pov
Three hours.
When you know your mate is dying and you can’t do anything to stop it, just being there will help, three hours feels like I’m about to choke on my own lungs all while my parents are talking to each other, they are quiet and mother is giving me sad and worried stares all while I’m sitting her like a f*****g loser that can’t get to her fast enough.
I’m pushing people out of my way growling, humans and wolfs alike when I sprint the last part of the hospital, leaving my parents behind. I don’t even care they will catch up and I’m standing in the elevator just wishing it would open up and dart out when the doors finally open and I just sprint more when I can smell her, the faint smell of my mate leading me directly to a ward where she is.
I burst the locked doors o
