The world felt like it was tilting as Lloyd rushed Meghan into the hospital. His grip on her, tight, as if holding her closer, would somehow keep the pain from consuming her.
Meghan's breaths came in short, shallow gasps, and her fingers trembled against his shirt.
Doctor Appleton was already waiting in the emergency bay when they arrived. His usually calm expression sharpened into one of concern as he took in Meghan’s condition.
“Put her down here,” he directed, gesturing toward a gurney.
Lloyd hesitated for a fraction of a second before obeying. His arms ached from carrying her, but it was nothing compared to the fear clawing at his chest. Meghan’s face was pale, her skin damp with sweat.
“The headaches have been at bay for a while now. Tonight, it resurfaced after..." Lloyd’s voic
