~Hermes~

"Hermes, let’s go. The doctors will attend to her," My father's assistant, Xavi’s voice echoed somewhere behind me, faint and distant through the ringing in my ears.

My eyes burned, tears blurring the sterile white of the VIP ward as he tried to drag me away. The sounds tangled together — the sharp cry of the monitor, the doctors shouting over each other.

"Charge to 90 joules!"

I jerked against Xavi’s grip, my arm stretching toward her pale, still face. "Mama!"

She had ...