ETHAN'S POV

I sped through the streets like a madman, my hand glued to the horn as if its blare could magically part the traffic in front of me. Every slow-moving car felt like a personal insult, every red light an enemy I had to conquer. My eyes kept moving from the road to the glowing numbers on my dashboard clock, each second that ticked by made me even angrier.

Come on. Move, damn it.

The hospital was only minutes away, yet it felt as if the city itself was conspiring to slow me down. My mind was racing even faster than the car, flooded with thoughts of Sofia and...