Him Outside the Door

Before he could finish his sentence, Elijah Martinez dashed towards the third-floor VIP ward like a gust of wind. 

"Avery, wait for me!" Clenching his fist tightly, the blood on his back flowed even more profusely, but he was utterly indifferent to it. 

At this moment, his only concern was her safety; he was desperate to know if she was unharmed, how she was feeling, whether she was scared, and what she would do if she woke up frightened and found him not by her side. 

The group that followed him upstairs was gasping for breath as they watched him finally stop running. 

Standing at the entrance of the VIP ward on the third floor, the door was open, and he instantly recognized the person inside—it was her, and there was a man by her side, the same man who had taken her away that night. 

She lay on the bed, her smile blooming like a flower, beautiful to behold.