The black SUV came to a screeching stop outside the emergency entrance.
Enzo jumped out before it even finished rolling to a stop.
Isabella was right behind him.
The driver called after them, but they were already sprinting through the automatic doors and into the bright, buzzing lobby.
The strong smell of antiseptic hit them like a wall, sterile and overpowering.
Enzo headed straight for the reception desk, where a young woman was busy typing away.
His voice came out rough and demanding. "Zayden Virelli. Where is he?"
The receptionist looked up, startled by how harsh he sounded. But when she saw the fear and urgency in his face, her expression softened. "Are you family?"
"I'm his dad," Enzo replied quickly.
She typed fast and checked her screen. "Mr. Virelli just got out of surgery twenty minutes ago. He's been moved to the VIP wing on the fifth floor, Room 502."
Enzo was already on the move before she finished.
