Davis unconsciously backed away toward the door, his heart pounding in his chest like a jackhammer. His mind was a haze as panic clouded his logic, and fear drove his instinct.
He paid no attention to where he was going and no clue where he was heading, nor did he care; only one action gripped his thoughts, consuming him whole was the fact that he needed to go home. Nothing else in this hospital mattered anymore.
As he reached the corridor, Ethan appeared, his strides urgent. He appeared at the hallway just in time to see Davis step out of the ward, his silhouette sharp and unnerved. Inside, the other subordinates were already handling the aftermath of the scene, trying to bring order to the shattered room.
"She's not safe," Davis muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. His voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying the weight of a thousand storms.
Ethan's brows creased with concern as he caught up to him. "What did you say, sir?"
