The Mercedes-Benz screeched wildly into the nearby hospital, and the gates were thrown wide open. Before the vehicle could even come to a complete stop, Xavier kicked the door open and jumped out.
"I'm going in right now."
His voice cracked with fear and overwhelming worry as he carried Asher's limp body in a bridal style, his heart hammering painfully against his ribs.
"Meet me at the wards."
Before anyone could reply, he had already vanished through the entrance.
Enzo wanted to follow, but there was a problem.
He was carrying someone.
He hated being touched. Absolutely hated it.
Yet at this moment, the unconscious man's body was practically draped over him, and it annoyed him to no end.
"Should I follow you?" Nolan asked uncertainly.
He didn't know how to approach Enzo during moments like this. There were very few times in his life when he had been in such close contact with the mysterious man.
