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Too clean. Too sterile. Too full of people who don’t understand that my whole world is bleeding out on the other side of that goddamn door.

I can’t sit.

I can’t stay still.

I can’t fucking breathe.

The rage inside me is too big, too suffocating, pressing against my ribs like a loaded gun jammed under my sternum, waiting for the moment I explode.

Because this wasn’t supposed to happen.

She wasn’t supposed to be taken. She wasn’t supposed to be hurt.

She was supposed to be mine.

And now, I might lose her before I even get the chance to claim her.

I don’t realize I’m pacing until someone grabs my arm.

“Mason.”

Kanyan.

His grip is iron, but I tear away from it, jaw tight as I glare at the set of double doors that separate me from her.

“They won’t fucking let me in.” My voice is rough, shredded from the inside out. “She’s in there—alone. And they won’t fuckinglet me in.”

I barely hear myself, because the only thing pounding in my head is the sound of her pulse slowing under my hands as I held her in the car.

The blood—so much fucking blood. How could she possibly survive that?

Her skin, ice-cold.

Her lips barely moving when she tried to say something but couldn’t.

I grab the nearest nurse by the arm as she tries to walk past. “Tell them to let me in.”

Her eyes widen in alarm, and Kanyan steps forward, yanking me back.

“Mason,stop.”

I don’t stop.

I don’t listen.

Because fuck that.

I’m a man out of control.

I swing toward the doors, but two security guards step in my way.

Wrong fucking move.

My fist collides with the first one’s jaw, the crack of bone satisfying, but it’s not enough. It’s not nearly enough.

The second guy moves, but I grab his shirt collar and slam him against the wall, rage pouring from me in waves. “Let me the fuck in!”

Doctors and nurses scatter, voices overlapping.

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