Isabella’s POV
The elevator kept stopping on each floor of the hospital, making the journey to the top floor excruciating. Eventually, I hopped off and took the stairs the rest of the way there.
By the time I rushed toward Ethan's room, I was out of breath.
York grabbed me before I could push past him. “Wait a moment,” he cautioned.
“What? Are you insane? Let go of me!”
“Just listen to me for a minute, please.”
“York, please,” I pleaded, when his hold didn’t budge
Even as I struggled against his hold, I was struggling not to fold under the weight of my panic. Something must be wrong. Why else would York be trying to stop me from going inside?
If I could get to him…
“He's resting.”
It took a moment for his words to penetrate the fog of fear that clouded my mind. My struggles ceased, and I finally allowed myself to look at York. His appearance mirrored how I felt.
“He's resting?” I repeated dubiously.
York nodded. He was lying.