sound of fists hamme
ht of the hospital corridor buzzed overhead. She had fallen asleep in t
nding c
had draped over her and stumbled toward the door
s the color of chalk. His ey
hands and sign
much blood. He
ice. She shoved past Leo a
d his pillow. Thick, bright red blood was dripping from the corner of his
maline s
grabbing his shoulders. His skin
uld not hear her. Leo was already holding his phone up, showing her that he had
Her fingers were shaking so violently she dro
l the nurse. Sh
d on the f
shriek. "He is bleeding. He is coughing up blood
ce was a sharp crack of thunder. "Do not move him. Kee
bedside rail and pressed it to Walter's mouth, trying to
crying silently, gri
e could not breathe. She watched her father's chest strugg
unded down t
or fle
pushing past him with a crash cart. The doctor was shouting orders, and two nurses immediately b
locked. He stayed out of the way, watching t
behind her. She slid down to the floor, pu
t the blood. He crouched down, grabbed her unde
ping his arms tightly around her shaking body. "They
ollably. The smell of cedarwood and his solid heartb
m to the ICU now,"
ed Walter out the door. The corridor swal
maline's waist, half-carrying her out into
ors of the intensive care unit. A nurse hel
he wall. He eased her down into one and sat beside
her bloody hands. "If he dies.
ands. He did not flinch at the blood.
ating with absolute authority. "The best doctors in t
e looked like it was carved from stone. He looked
ds back, clinging to
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