NOLAN’S POV

The tires of the car screeched hard as I took a sharp turn. My knuckles were turning white from the tight grip I had on the steering wheel. I pressed harder on the gas as I sped to the hospital. The hospital wasn’t far, but it felt like I wasn’t getting there fast enough.

I slammed my fists against the steering wheel as I glanced at Anna through the rearview mirror, her eyes were still shut and her body was unmoving.

“Just stay with me, Princess,” I muttered, “We’re almost there,” I said, my voice sounding strained.

Jax, who was seated in the passenger seat, looked back at...