Ethan's heart raced as he sped through the streets, Grace's small, fragile body cradled against his chest. Her blood soaked through his shirt, but all he could focus on was her shallow, ragged breaths. He pushed the accelerator harder, his mind filled with panic and guilt. The world around him blurred into a series of lights and honking cars, but none of it mattered.
"Hold on, baby. Please, hold on," he whispered, barely able to hear his own voice over the roaring thoughts in his head. How did it come to this? How could he have let her out of his sight for even a second?
When he finally reached the Hospital, he jumped out of the car, his legs trembling as he rushed through the entrance, his voice hoarse as he called for help. "I need a doctor! My daughter... she fell down the stairs! He
