Celeste

“Jace.”

The nurses were moving fast, pushing the stretcher through the double doors, and all I could do was run after them, reaching for him. His face was so pale, and his shirt was soaked in blood. My blood ran cold just looking at it.

“Miss, you cannot enter,” a doctor said, stepping in front of me.

“Please.” My voice broke completely. “He — he saved me. He pushed me out of the way. Please, I have to see him.”

“You are delaying his treatment by standing ...