Gabriel’s POV
The second the doctor stepped inside, I was on him.
“Fix her.” The words came out like a threat. Because they were.
He barely had time to kneel beside her before I was crouching next to him, watching his every f*****g move. His hands pressed against her throat, checking her pulse. He peeled back her eyelids, his face unreadable. The stethoscope came next. Each second that passed felt like a blade against my throat.
“Why the f**k isn’t she waking up?” My voice was sharp. Too sharp. But I didn’t give a damn.
The doctor looked at me. “She’s alive, but her condition is critical.”
I held onto that word. Alive. Barely.
“She needs proper medical equipment. A hospital.”
“No.” The word was automatic. Final.
A hospital meant attention. Questions. Cameras. I wasn’t about to let
