Soren ran out of the car and straight toward the hospital entrance, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might crack his ribs. His lungs burned from the short sprint, but he barely noticed. All he could think about was Holland pale, bleeding, barely conscious in Kasteil's arms.
He reached the automatic doors, his hand already lifting, when something made him stop.
Kasteil.
He stood just outside the hospital, near the wall, shoulders tense and posture stiff. He wasn't pacing. He wasn't on his phone. He was just standing there, staring blankly ahead as though the world had narrowed into something small and unbearable.
Soren turned sharply toward him.
"What are you doing here? Where is Holland?" Soren asked.
Kasteil didn't look at him right away. When he finally did, his eyes were dark. There was something raw there, something unsettled.
"He's inside," Kasteil replied.
Soren took a step closer, dread curling tightly in his chest.
