Gideon hesitated, worry etched into his features. "But the nearest hospital is just fifteen minutes away. If we go further, I’m afraid you won’t make it."
I shook my head, my resolve firm despite the fever clouding my thoughts. "I don’t care. Just take me to the one I asked for."
"Okay, but you have to hold on." He stepped on the gas, the car speeding through the dimly lit streets, the roar of the engine echoing my own frantic heart.
The hospital I had in mind was owned by the Blackwood family, a powerful and ruthless clan in our territory. They had the ability to bend the rules and operate outside the law, often using their connections to manipulate situations in their favor. I felt like a fly trapped in a web, powerless against whatever they might do. I didn’t want to be a pawn in Kaidon’s game, especially now that Elara had returned.
As we arrived, the nurse quickly assessed my condition. “You’re lucky you came when you did. This infection could have turned deadly,” she said, her voice brisk and efficient.