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~Damon's POV
I bent down and lifted her into my arms without thinking twice. Her body felt so light, too light, like she could slip away if I didn't hold her tightly enough.
"Out of the way!" I barked at the guards blocking the door. My voice came out rougher than I meant, but my chest was burning with fear.
Kael rushed beside me. "Damon….what's wrong with her?"
"I don't know," I snapped, clutching Lisa tighter. "But she needs a doctor now."
Rowan was already moving ahead, pushing open the tall wooden doors of the hall. The sound of our boots echoed down the stone corridor as we hurried through. My heart pounded with each step, faster than hers.
We crossed the courtyard, the night air cool against my face. The royal hospital stood at the far end, a grand stone building with tall windows and flickering lanterns glowing inside. It was old, built generations ago, but still carried the scent of herbs and iron, healing and pain mixed in its walls.
