FakeNovelChapter 273 As we neared the hospital, the racrackled with Logan's voice, and I could hear his urgency: Novak toldwhat happened. Are you almost there? I had to throw the phone onto the passenger seat and pull out my rafrom my pocket. "I'm almost there. How are things on your end?" Logan's tone relaxed slightly. "The drones are taken care of. We're preparing to assault the building." I let out a long breath. Forright now, losing anyone would be devastating. Copy that," I replied again.
I drove straight to the hospital entrance and stopped, carefully lifting Xena into my arms and running toward the building.
'Help! I need help!" I shouted as I burst through the emergency room doors, Xena's limp form cradled against my chest.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe sterile smell of disinfectant hit my nostrils as chaos erupted around us. A nurse at the reception desk took one look at Xena's condition and immediately hit an emergency button. Within seconds, medical staff swarmed us.
'What happened? A doctor in scrubs demanded as they wheeled a gurney toward us.
"She was in an explosion," I said, gently laying Xena on the stretcher. "She's been unconscious, lost a lot of blood. Her left hand is gone, left arm is broken." The medical team moved with practiced efficiency, checking her vitals as they rushed her toward the trauma bay. "Sir, you'll need to wait here, a nurse said, trying to guideaway.
"No!" I growled. "I'm not leaving her!" *Sir, please. We need space to work. You can help her most by letting us do our jobs." The doors to the trauma bay swung shut, separatingfrom Xena. I stood frozen in the hallway, my hands still stained with her blood, feeling more helpless than I'd ever felt in my life.
Through the small window, I watched as they cut away her torn clothes, revealing the full extent of her injuries. Multiple doctors worked simultaneously- one checking her breathing, another starting an IV, a third examining her severed hand. The steady beep of monitors filled the air, punctuated by urgent medical commands.
'BP is dropping fast!" "We need to get her to surgery now!" "Type and cross for ten units of blood!" My legs gave out and I slumped against the wall, sliding down until I was sitting on the cold linoleum floor. Every fiber of my being wanted to burst through those doors, to hold her hand, to somehow transfer my strength to her broken body. But all I could do was watch through that tiny window as strangers fought to save the woman who meant everything to me.
Minutes felt like hours. The raon my belt crackled with updates from the compound, but I couldn't process the words. Logan's voice, Novak's reports-it all faded to background noise. Nothing mattered except the monitors showing Xena's vital signs.
A surgeon emerged, his scrubs already bloodied. "Are you family?" "I'm her mate,' I said, struggling to stand.
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'She's stable for now, but we need to operate immediately. The blood loss is severe, and we need to clean the wound where her hand was severed. There's also internal bleeding we need to address." "Will she..." I couldn't finish the question.
"We're going to do everything we can," he said solemnly "But won't lie to-you-the next few hours are critical."
As they wheeled her toward the operating room, I caught a glimpse of her pale face through the small window of the doors. "I love you, I whispered, 1/2 Chapter 273 pressing my palm against the glass. "Fight, Xena. Please fight." The doors closed again, and I was alone in the hallway with nothing but the sound of my own ragged breathing.
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