QUINN

I shoved open the imposing glass doors, and the harsh stench of chemicals, antiseptic, and alcohol slammed directly into my nose. I pushed myself forward, my heart hammering against my ribs until I was standing at the front desk.

“I'm here for Anna! She was brought in... I was called! She’s in the ICU!” I gasped out, my voice coming out broken and suffocated with sheer panic.

“You must be her sister,” the receptionist noted, looking up with a sympathetic expression. “She is in the ICU on the third floor.”

I didn't wait for her to finish. I turned and ran through the halls, my fingers frantically jamming the...