Chapter 78. Desperate Measures

Dominic’s POV

“Out of my way!” I thundered, voice slicing through chaos like a red-hot knife. Nurses and doctors were going this way and that, faces white and frightened as I stormed through the door of the hospital, Leila unconscious in my arms, her blood staining my shirt.

“S-Sir, you have to…”

“Get a doctor!” I yelled as less than a fraction of an argument did not slip through. Seriously, my eyes rolled in circles around the room in search of something. “She needs to get help right this minute!”

In came a nurse with a rolled-up gurney. “Lay her here, sir. We’ll take care of her.”

I laid her down, shaking, while a glimpse of her pale face made my heart ache to the point of agony. “She’s unconscious,” I stuttered; “they stabbed her. She needs help.”

The nurse nodded gravely, her expression serious. “We’ll take it from here. Please, step back.”

“No,” I said honestly, all my attention riveted at Leila as they wheeled her away. “I am no