The hospital was only minutes away, but for Leila, it felt like miles. Every second was precious, and Ethan’s life hung in the balance. His breathing was more labored than before, his body limps against the seat as blood continued to seep through his makeshift bandages. Leila’s fingers were numb from pressing against his wound, but she couldn’t stop—wouldn’t stop.
“Just hold on,” she whispered, more to herself than to Ethan. Her heart pounded as she stole a glance at the rearview mirror. The headlights were getting closer. Marcus’s men were relentless, chasing them down like wolves after their prey.
Her foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor. The SUV roared as it raced toward the hospital’s entrance, the glowing lights of the emergency room just visible in the distance. So close... so c
