KIERAN BLACKWOOD
I can't stop walking down the hospital corridor.
My steps echo in the tense silence of the place, as if the sound could distract the restless beast inside me.
Every time my eyes turn to the window of the next room, there she is.
Scarlett was lying in bed, still unconscious, her breathing soft but stable.
She looks so fragile and so small there, and the mere thought that I almost lost her again is unbearable.
I clench my fists tightly, my mind darkening as the memory of the accident invades my thoughts.
The car coming toward her, Scarlett frozen in the middle of the street, and me running like a madman to save her.
The impact was brutal, and for a moment, I thought everything was lost. But luckily, I managed to protect her in time. She's alive, though she fainted in
