The hospital hallway's neon lights flickered dimly, creating a monotonous rhythm that seemed to mock the chaos inside Leonardo Rhys's head. Each footstep against the cold granite floor echoed like a countdown he never wanted to hear.
Leo stopped right in front of the intensive care unit door. He didn't enter immediately. His gaze fell upon his own hand resting against the pale white wall. His knuckles were red, scraped, and throbbing with pain from the violent blow he had landed on the wooden table at the Slither Ring earlier. Yet, that physical pain felt distant, as if it were happening to someone else's body.
Coward, Leo cursed inwardly.
