Author’s POV
An hour earlier
The hospital... Vip section..
The steady hum of machines filled the ER room. Beatrice sat beside Rafael’s bed, watching the rise and fall of his chest, waiting for any sign of movement. When his eyes finally opened, he looked around in confusion...only to find her.
“Rafael… I’m so glad you’re awake,” she whispered, reaching for him.
His reaction was sharp.
“Where’s Rose?” he demanded, cutting her off.
Beatrice’s face tightened. “Why do you care about her?”
“She can’t be alone. Where is she?” Rafael pushed himself upright, his voice rising.
“I don’t know,” she said flatly. “And I don’t care.”
Silence pulled the room tight. Rafael didn’t answer. He simply tore out the IV lines and stepped off the bed, his body swaying.
“Rafael, you still need blood. Y
