Dominic's POV
"Gia!"
His voice tore through the sterile hospital room like lightning, too loud, too fast, too raw.
I stood frozen at the doorway, heart in my throat, watching the woman I loved hold a blade near her skin—so close, too close—her fingers trembling like they didn't belong to her anymore.
For a split second, everything in me shut down. My blood ran cold. The oxygen disappeared from the room.
Then I lunged.
I didn't think. I just moved.
The blade clattered to the ground as I yanked it from her hand and shoved it away, sending it skittering across the tile like it burned me.
"What the hell are you doing, Gia?!"
She stumbled backward, shocked, eyes wide and teary.
"I—I wasn't—" she stammered, but the words caught in her throat.
"Don't!" I snapped, voice cracking. "Don't lie to me right now. Don't tell me it was nothing!"