34. Ryder
I grab her waving hand, which is already becoming cold, and press it to my cheek. I know her touch would be much more subtle and would feel like a whisper against my skin, but I want every ounce of her to feel that I’m here with her.
I bury my face in her hair and fight off the thought that I may lose her.
We pull up to the emergency doors and I exit the car with Devina in my arms, making a mad dash for the first doctor I see.
“She’s been shot!” I shout in despair. It’s only moments before I’m surrounded and Devina is being pulled onto a gurney. I’m holding onto her tiny hand like it’s my lifeline.
I can’t let go.
“Sir, you are going to have to let go. We can’t help her if you don’t let go.” An older doctor places his hand on my shoulder in a gentle but firm tone. Before I can attempt to chase her, she is gone, taking my breath away with her.