Dion materialized in his room, his arms tightening around Ye Jin's limp body as he shouted, "Walter!" His voice was filled with desperation.
Walter rushed in almost instantly, his eyes widening in shock at the sight of Ye Jin's bloody, lifeless form, her blood seeping into Dion's clothes.
"Call for the imperial doctor!" Dion commanded, his voice trembling.
Walter scrambled away, and Dion gently placed Ye Jin on the bed. His hands trembled as he brushed her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her lips as his eyes burned with madness. "You'll be fine, Jin-er. You'll be fine," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
She was cold. Her warmth was fading, slipping through his fingers like sand.
His mind rejected what his body knew, that she was already gone.
A deep, suffocating panic seized his chest.
No.
He wouldn't let this happen.