My heart was ramming fast inside my chest as I rushed through the hospital entrance to find Elon. I was short of breath, and my mind was screaming at me to move faster. I was agitated. I needed to see him and see for myself— I had to check how he was going.
So I wouldn’t t*****e myself thinking extending two more days in Dubai was a mistake because that led Elon to this place.
The strong scent of antiseptic and the quiet murmurs of doctors and nurses blurred around me—engulfing my ability to hear noises. Everything felt overwhelming that I couldn’t focus on anything but the fear growing bigger each second at my chest.
Elon.
“Elon Murray Alistair, please,” my voice was with haste as I spoke to the nurse in the information desk.
She put down the onigiri she was eating, and held the mo
