Katelyn refused to risk Ashlyn’s safety. Affording it wasn’t an option.
Ashlyn was stunned to realize that Katelyn had done this all because of her. A profound weight seemed to crash down on Ashlyn’s heart. Her hands clenched around the steering wheel with sudden force.
Tears welled up uncontrollably in Ashlyn’s eyes.
In a serious tone, Vincent asked, “What substance did you take?” Even amidst Katelyn’s restless movements, Vincent seized the moment of her clarity to gather crucial information. This knowledge would be vital for the medical team upon their arrival at the hospital, helping expedite her treatment.
Weakly, Katelyn managed to say, “Ask them for a herbal antidote. I avoided the pill from Sophia; it’s irreversible.”
She was aware of the irreversible nature of Sophia’s pill; she couldn’t possibly have used it. Without a significant other, the consequences would be severe, yet she was alone.
As confusion clouded her thoughts, another intense spell of distress overwhelmed her.
Vincent secured his hold on Katelyn, fearing she might slip from his grasp.
At that moment, the car jerked sharply as Ashlyn slammed on the brakes. A startled cry escaped Ashlyn, followed by the sound of a collision.
The chaos outside faded into insignificance for Katelyn as she absorbed the captivating scent from Vincent’s neck. Drawing nearer, she buried her face deeper into him, as though trying to capture every essence of his scent.
While Katelyn found solace in his presence, Vincent surveyed the outside world with a steely resolve, his efforts focused on restraining her occasional motions. Sweat beaded on his brow, a testament to the tension of the moment.
Meanwhile, Ashlyn halted momentarily, collecting her thoughts amidst the havoc of the traffic accident she had inadvertently caused. She started the engine again and raced toward the hospital, weaving through traffic with desperate urgency, as if every second counted. She owed Katelyn that much. Ensuring Katelyn’s safety was the least she could do to mitigate her own looming remorse.
Katelyn’s body pressed closer against Vincent, her murmurs filling the air.
“Please, I can’t bear it any longer.”
Her plea broke into a desperate cry, uncharacteristic of her usual self-reliance and poise. This rare display of fragility stripped away her usual defenses, revealing a heartbreakingly vulnerable side.
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Vincent’s resolve wavered as he tightened his grip, his voice gentle yet firm.
“Stay still, try to calm down.”
But Katelyn seemed oblivious to his plea, her actions growing more fervent. Her lips tenderly met his skin, tracing a path from his cheek to the delicate area at his throat.
Tension gripped Vincent’s body, the instinct to distance himself from Katelyn battling with the knowledge that pushing her away could cause harm, given her drugged state. Katelyn’s vulnerability was starkly apparent in the car speeding under Ashlyn’s control.
Moments later, Vincent drew her close once more, seeking to comfort her. For Vincent, the ride to the hospital felt endlessly agonizing, yet they finally arrived. With urgency, he lifted Katelyn in his arms and dashed toward the emergency room.
Ashlyn, eager to follow, found herself blocked by the vehicles tangled in the accident. She was forced to resolve these immediate issues before she could do anything else.
Once free, Ashlyn hurried to the emergency department. Arriving breathless, she found Vincent waiting in the corridor; twenty minutes had already ticked by.
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