POV: Alex
The frantic, screeching halt of the ambulance doors throwing open brought the world crashing back into the present layout. The memory of the dining room, the shouting, and the flash of silver faded, replaced by the sterile, blinding white of the hospital corridor.
Paramedics yelled out vitals, their boots slamming against the linoleum as they wheeled Benedict’s gurney down the hallway at a brutal pace. Ruby was running right alongside them, her fingers desperately locked around her father’s freezing hand. She didn’t look at me. She didn’t look at the nurses. She just kept her eyes on his gray, pale face, whispering words I couldn't catch over the blare of the alarms.
"Sir, you can't come past this point!" a nurse barked, throwing her hands up as the gurney reached the heavy
