"Help! Someone, help!"
Bryan’s injury from the stage accident sent shockwaves through the room, creating instant chaos.
Sylvia watched as Bryan was carried away, her mind spinning. Selina, standing beside her, asked anxiously, "Are you okay? Let me check—are you hurt anywhere?"
"I’m fine," Sylvia said after taking a deep breath. "Bryan shielded me."
"Of course, he did," Selina said, her voice soft. "I saw everything from the audience. It was instinctive—he didn’t even think twice before protecting you."
Sylvia replayed the moment in her mind, incredulous. Instinctive protection, the kind of thing that only seemed to happen in stories, had just happened between her and Bryan.
"Don’t just stand there. Let’s get to the hospital," Selina urged.
"Right."
*****
At the hospital.
Bryan’s
