Rain's POV:
I run after him, my steps uneven, my breath already starting to burn.
He doesn't slow.
Doesn't glance back.
Doesn't care if I'm there or not.
He's already rushing out, coat swinging with his stride, moving like the hospital belongs to him and the rest of us are just obstacles in his way.
I have to push myself just to stay in sight of his broad back disappearing around corners.
"Sir—" I try once, but my voice doesn't carry.
We veer toward the west wing, the air shifting subtly as the corridors thin out.
Fewer people.
Fewer voices.
The constant noise of the hospital dulls the farther we go, like someone slowly turning a dial.
An elevator waits at the end of the hall.
We step into it, the doors sliding shut behind us with a soft, final sound that makes my stomach tighten.
He reaches out immediately, swiping his card against a scanner embedded beside the panel.
There's a brief pause.
A low electronic chime.
Then the panel changes.
