Chapter 175- What the Actual F**k?
Declan's POV
"She's crashing. Her breathing is failing," The doctor said clearly.
"She needs to be in the ER now. We have to move fast, sir. We can't go past the fifty-minute mark." The doctor repeated it.
Fifty minutes?
My mouth opened to say something—anything—but nothing came out. No words. Just air. My brain was frozen, like it had been unplugged.
My eyes locked on Beatrice. Her body looked smaller than usual. Fragile. Weak.
She was fading right in front of me.
"Sir!" someone shouted, snapping fingers in front of my face.
I blinked hard and turned sharply. The doctor stared at me, clearly annoyed and panicked.
"You zoned out," he said. "We've been talking to you for the past two minutes. You weren't responding."
I shook my head fast, trying to shake the fog away. "I'm here. I'm listening now."
"We need to take her to the ER immediately," he said again, firmer this time.
