Chapter 92.Heartbeat

I was pacing back and forth outside the emergency room in my friend's clinic, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably.

Dylan was hurt so badly. Thank goodness, I decided to go back to him midway before reaching the airport. Otherwise, I didn't even want to imagine what would have happened to him.

My heart was beating so fast, worried about Dylan. What if something happened to him? The last time he got shot, he was left in the rain, cold on the street, yet he survived. This time, he would survive as well, right? He had to.

I wish I was the one who would get hurt instead of him.

Finally, the red light turned dim, and my friend, Clarissa López, came out. She used to stay in my neighborhood before getting married in Spain. Therefore, we were great friends even though we had a ten-year age gap. Now she ran a private clinic with her husband, James.

"How is he?" I asked once Clarissa removed her surgical mask.

"He has lost too