Katelyn’s POV

The siren in the ambulance was a low, rising wail that seemed to press against my ears. I sat on the narrow bench, knees pulled close, one hand gripping the cold metal railing. Across from me, Gray lay on the stretcher, eyes half open, his breathing shallow but even.

“Keep talking to him,” the paramedic said gently, adjusting the IV line without lifting his eyes from his work.

I leaned closer until my knee brushed the edge of the stretcher. “You’re going to be fine,” I ...