Bruce rushed Rebecca to the nearest hospital.
In the ER, doctors and nurses recoiled at the sight of her—blood-soaked, barely breathing.
"Get her to the OR—now!"
She was wheeled swiftly into surgery, the stark red light above the doors glaring like an accusation.
Bruce stood barred outside, his eyes fixed through the glass, hands clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, nails carving half-moons into his palms.
A nurse hurried out, breathless. "She's lost too much blood and needs an immediate transfusion. But she's RH negative, and our bank is running low. We're trying to locate more."
"Take mine." Bruce rolled up his sleeve without hesitation, his tone leaving no room for argument.
His assistant moved to stop him, worry etched across his face. "Mr. Quinn, with your recent heal
