James burst into the instrument room in a full sprint, lungs burning, chest heaving as he tried to force the words out. "Axel…" he gasped, clutching at the doorframe for support. "I think… something's wrong with him."
Jayvaughn shot to his feet, heart immediately slamming against his ribs. He didn't wait for details. He bolted from the room like a man possessed. James and Noah scrambled after him, barely keeping pace as they dashed into the elevator. Jayvaughn jabbed at the button for Axel's floor with such force that the panel beeped in protest.
His brow was deeply furrowed, worry consuming his every thought. The memory of the previous night twisted in his gut. He had left things in anger, walked away thinking he could protect himself from the pain. But now—
"Its all my fault", jayvaughn thought to himself.
