(Scarlett's POV)
The drive home from the hospital passes in a blur of streetlights and worried silence. Dorian keeps glancing at me from the driver's seat, his jaw tight with concern.
"You should have stayed," I say for the third time. "Blair and James will need support, and Virginia—"
"Virginia has made it clear she doesn't want me there." His voice is steady but I can hear the exhaustion underneath. "And you need me more right now."
I want to argue, but the truth is he's right. My hands won't stop shaking, and every time I close my eyes I see that car bearing down on me, see Jasper's body hitting the pavement, see the blood streaming down his face.
"The doctor said he's stable," Dorian continues gently. "That's good news. His brain is responding, even if he's not conscious yet."
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