Chapter thirty two
Paul's pov
The call came in the dead of night, startling me awake. My heart leaped into my throat when the nurse on the other end mentioned Pecan's name. She was in the hospital. Something had happened.
I did not waste a second. The drive to the hospital was a blur, my thoughts spiraling out of control. Was she hurt? Had she been attacked again right after the bear and fire accident? The guilt gnawed at me as I pushed my car faster. I was supposed to protect her, and yet, here I was, rushing to her aid after failing her time and time again.
When I finally arrived, the harsh smell of disinfectant hit me like a wave. Hospitals always made me uncomfortable. They felt too sterile, too cold. But none of that mattered now. All I could think about was Pecan.
