Hospital.
James stared at the red light above the operating room, his nerves wound tighter by the second.
The metallic stink of blood still clung to him—Emily's blood, soaked into his clothes when he held her.
He'd always thought Emily had a tough life force, like she wouldn't go down easy. But he never imagined her body could lose so much blood and still hold on.
Could she really survive after losing that much? Especially when she clearly had no will to live left.
He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes—Emily, always so stubborn and hard-hearted, actually cutting her own throat to end everything.
She'd tried self-harm before, but he always thought it was a cry for attention, her way to test him.
But this time was different. She really mea
