An hour later, another ambulance arrived at the emergency bay of the hospital—this time carrying Annie. Though her condition was critical, the paramedics had managed to stabilize her just enough for transport.
She was rushed into the same hospital as Duncan, but unlike Duncan—whose gurney had already disappeared into surgery—Annie was unconscious, her pale face barely recognizable beneath the streaks of dried blood and bruises.
Cammy sat stiffly in the waiting area just outside the operating room. She hadn't changed out of her dusty clothes. Her phone rested loosely in her hand, untouched. Her eyes were locked on Dylan, who had finally fallen asleep with his head on her lap, his little hand still clutching the fabric of her blouse tightly.
Greg stood a few steps away, talking quietly with the nurse at the front desk, handling formalities as doctors moved swiftly behind the swinging doors.
Suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps echoed down the corridor.
"Cammy!"
