Maxwell POV

The moment the call ended, I rushed to the hospital my heart beating fast as I pushed through the hospital doors, a suffocating sense of dread coiled in my chest. The sterile scent of antiseptic burned my nostrils, but it was nothing compared to the ice spreading through my veins.

“Amelia Hayes,” I barked at the receptionist, my voice rough, barely restrained.

The nurse glanced up, startled by my urgency. “She was brought in about an hour ago. Room 307.”

I didn’t wait. My ...