Hospital Crisis
(Olivia’s POV)
I shakily grabbed my car keys and headed out the door, Derek had obviously heard the call as well and he tugged on my hand.”
You need to stabilize yourself, Olivia, let me drive. ”
For once, I didn’t argue. Every second counted.
We raced through the rain–slicked streets, neither of us speaking. “What happened?” I finally asked, breaking the silence. “How did he get exposed to dairy?”
Derek shook his head. “I don’t know. Rachel was watching him while I went to see you.”
A cold dread settled in my stomach. “Rachel? The same woman who brought buttercream cake to his birthday after I explicitly warned about his allergy?”
Derek didn’t answer, but his knuckles whitened on the steering wheel.
We screeched into the hospital parking lot, both leaping out before the car fully stopped. I ran through the automatic doors with
Derek close behind me.
Sarah was waiting in the lobby, her face drawn with worry. She rushed toward me.
“He’s in Treatment Room 3,” she said, already leading the way. “Dr. Miller is with him, but they’re having trouble stabilizing
him.”
“How bad is it?” I asked, dreading the answer.
