Nolan POV
The room was unraveling.
People surged toward the exits in blind panic, chairs scraping violently against the floor as bodies pressed together. Shouts overlapped—security commands, terrified cries, reporters shouting questions no one could hear. The sound system screeched as someone bumped a cable, feedback shrilling through the air.
The medic kneeling in front of me was trying to dress the wound, but it was bleeding more than it should due to the adrenaline-fueled racing of my heart.
The noise was too much. It faded into a dull roar, and all that I could hear was Ellie’s voice screaming my name, like the echo of a bad dream.
Her pale face and terrified eyes wouldn’t leave my mind. It made it impossible to stay still.
The medic has taped the bandage in
