Chapter 23
Author's POV
The hospital's fluorescent lights cast an unforgiving glare over the sterile corridors. The air reeked of disinfectant and anxiety. Early morning sunlight struggled to penetrate the windows, as if hesitant to witness the chaos within.
In the Emergency Room, doctors and nurses moved with practiced urgency. Their scrubs were crisp, their faces tense. The beeping of monitors and the rattle of equipment created a cacophony of stress.
On a gurney, Elgin lay motionless. His face was pale, his eyes sunken. Bruises and lacerations mapped his skin like a cruel cartographer. A tangled mess of wires and tubes snaked from his body, linking him to the machines surrounding him.
A doctor, her eyes red-rimmed from exhaustion, leaned over Elgin. "Pressure's dropping," she call
