DANTE'S POV
The drive to the hospital was a blur. My hands were holding the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white.
I glanced over at Aria again and again. She was silent, curled up in the passenger seat, staring ahead with a blank expression. Her face was pale, and her body shook with every bump in the road.
"Aria," I said softly, my voice breaking. "Are you okay? Please, say something. Anything at all."
She didn’t respond, only closing her eyes tightly as if she were trying to block out the world.
My chest tightened, guilt suffocating me.
This was my fault. Every tear, every tremble, it was all because of me.
When we finally reached the hospital, I didn’t waste a second. I jumped out of the car, ran to her side, and lifted her into my arms. She didn’t resist but held onto me weakly.
I burst through the hospital doors, my voice loud.
"I need help! Someone help her now!"
A nurse rushed forward, her eyes wide. "What happened?"