{Ronan’s POV}

Everything I attempted doing in order to calm myself failed.

Humming songs Lisa loved. Thinking back to the best moments with Lisa. Even going through pictures of us.

The smell of antiseptic clung to the air, mixing with the sharp tang of my own fear. I had been pacing in front of the emergency doors for so long the nurses had stopped sparing me nervous glances.

My boots beat against the tiles in a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart, every step echoing with silent prayers.

Inside, Johan and his team worked on Lisa. I could not see her. I could not touch her. All I...