LOGAN'S POV
In that startling moment, panic coursed through my veins as I hurried Vivian to the hospital. My composure had abandoned me; my heart raced uncontrollably.
Vinicius, his tone laced with accusation, demanded, "What have you done to her? You can't even care for someone you profess to love." I met his eyes briefly but turned away. Now was not the time for unnecessary arguments; my sole concern was unraveling the mystery behind Vivian's collapse.
Internally, my worry intensified. Was she overwhelmed by stress, or had something she consumed triggered this alarming reaction? I couldn't pinpoint a single reason for her sudden fainting spell.
Restlessly, I paced the confines of the hospital waiting room. Vinicius, accompanied by his right-hand man, occupied an adjacent seat. Each time our gazes crossed, a heavy sigh escaped my lips. Their presence grated on my nerves; I didn't want them here, but I couldn't bring myself to send them away.
