EDWARD’S POV
“Layla, wake up please!”
I shake her again. “Baby…”
[Edward.] Zyrax’s voice cuts through the panic clawing at my head. [Hospital. Now. She’s an omega. Her body can’t take this the way ours can. Every second you waste sitting here begging is another second I’m stealing from her.]
Air catches painfully in my lungs.
Right.
My sleeve scrapes across my face, smearing away tears that threaten to come back. One arm slides beneath her shoulders, the other beneath her knees. She feels frighteningly still as I gather her against my chest.
“Please…” The word barely makes it past my throat as I stagger toward the bedroom door. “Don’t give up on me.”
My vision blurs again and I blink hard, trying to push the tears back.
My shoulder slams against the doorway on my way out because
