ETHAN'S POV

"Sir, there's a hospital just in front, would you like me to stop there so you can get your arm checked?" my driver asked from the rear-view mirror as I sat rigid in the back seat, every bump in the road setting off a fresh flare of pain.

"No, my doctor is already on his way to my house, just take me there," I managed to say, my voice tight around the words. The pain was a white-hot line through my arm, sharp enough that it made me grit my teeth. It felt like someone had twisted bone and tendon together and then just kept twisting.

"But sir,...