Onyx's POV
“Mr. Louis.” The paramedic called, tapping rapidly on my arm to get my attention. “Mr. Louis,” she called again. “You have to let her go.”
“No,” I shook my head. “I will drive down with her. I have to be with her.” I answered.
Elizabeth was cold. So cold that I could feel it in my skin that she might end up dead.
“You have to let her go.” They wheeled the stretcher out, prying her out of my arms as they placed her on it.
I watched. My eyes are on the ambulance. “You can drive behind us. Although it isn't advisable, especially with how heavy the rain is.”
“I will be there. I will be behind you.” My eyes fell on my driver, who had driven over with the car. I stood unable to process the emotions that filled me.
Each one jabbed hard at me with questions, which ended in
