Dominic stood up and gestured for April to follow him. "Come on," he said, his tone brusque. "Let's get you to the hospital."
April struggled to her feet, her body protesting every movement. She felt a wave of dizziness and clutched the arm of the couch for support. Dominic watched her with impatience, then moved to her side and wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her. The touch was cold and impersonal, but she was too weak to resist or protest.
They made their way to the apartment door, Dominic practically carrying her. He guided her to an elevator, pressing the button.
The ride down was silent except for the soft hum of the elevator. April leaned against the wall, trying to gather her strength, while Dominic stood beside her, his expression unreadable. When the doors slid open, he led her through the lobby and out to a black car parked at the curb.
