The scene at the parking lot remained a blur in Cassidy’s mind as she sat in the back of the ambulance, her hand tightly clutching Ryan’s. She barely noticed the concerned glances of the paramedics or the way the world seemed to move in slow motion around her. Her focus was solely on Camilla, who was laid on a stretcher, her breathing shallow and labored. Despite Ivan's words, despite the hopelessness of the situation, Cassidy couldn't just stand by and do nothing. She had to try, even if it meant clinging to the faintest sliver of hope.
The ride to the hospital was tense and silent. Cassidy’s mind raced with thoughts, memories of the past, of the once-friendly relationship they had shared before everything had gone so wrong. She wondered how it had come to this, how Camilla had become so
