(Jasper’s POV)
The fluorescent lights burn my eyes. Everything hurts—my head, my ribs, the spot where the IV was yanked out. But none of it matters.
I'm shoving my arms through my jacket when the nurse catches up to me, her face pinched with anxiety.
"Mr. Blake, you can't leave. The doctor hasn't cleared you—"
"I'm leaving." My voice comes out rough, almost unrecognizable. "Bill me for whatever you need to."
"Sir, you have a severe concussion. If you collapse again—"
"Then I collapse."
I brush past her, each step sending sharp pain through my skull. The hallway tilts and sways, but I grip the wall and keep moving. Scarlett's out there. I don't have time to lie in a hospital bed while Morgan destroys everything I love.
The elevator takes forever. When the doors finally open to the g
