AUTHOR’S POV
The Volkovs arrived at the hospital at the same time Doctor Henrich pulled in behind them. Alexsey barely waited for the doors to shut before he was moving, Marina half-running beside him, her breath coming in short, panicked bursts.
Inside, everything blurred into white light and motion as nurses rushed them through double doors, voices sharp and urgent. They were met almost immediately by the doctor in charge, who explained Lev’s injuries, and a sob tore from Marina’s chest.
Lev had been brought in unconscious after the crash. The impact had driven a twisted shard of metal through his chest, lodged dangerously close to his heart. One lung had collapsed, and there was massive internal bleeding. His heart had also gone into arrhythmia twice already.
“We’re taking him to
