Conrad’s POV.
Elora coded when we pulled up to the hospital. The paramedics moved in a flurry of movements and brought my goddess back to the land of the living.
They ran her into the OR and I was pushed back by security because I was losing my s**t. That was two hours ago. There has been no word. My ma, pa, Sasha, and Elora’s team are with me in the waiting room.
My grandparents were checked over and they are both fine, shaken up and heartbroken but fine. I was checked over too and have bruising and a sprained ankle. I’ll live.
“She will be ok.” My ma says, taking my hand in hers and giving it a squeeze, but I don’t reply, my eyes fixed on the corridor that leads to the OR.
“Elora is the strongest of us. This will not be her end.” Sasha says again, I ignore her words.
Movement has
