In the dimly lit hospital room, tension hung thick in the air as Drew rushed through the corridors, his footsteps echoing urgency. The chaos of the ongoing mafia war still reverberated in his mind, but amidst the turmoil, his thoughts were singularly focused on Phoenix.
As Drew burst into the room, he found Rey standing by Phoenix's bedside, a silent guardian. Ignoring Rey, not out of intention but a consequence of his overwhelming concern for Phoenix, Drew's eyes locked onto her unconscious form. His usually composed demeanor cracked, revealing raw emotions beneath the surface.
Kneeling beside the hospital bed, Drew's hands trembled slightly as he reached out to caress Phoenix's injuries. The sight of her battered state ignited a fire within him – a mixture of anger, regret, and an over
