Elijah's pov ;
I tore through the halls of the hospital, my feet pounding against the linoleum floors. Every corner, every hallway, I searched frantically for any sign of him. But it was as if he had vanished into thin air. My mind raced with fear and desperation as I sprinted to my car, driving recklessly towards our house.
I burst through the door, yelling his name over and over again. The rooms echoed back at me, empty and devoid of any trace of him. I tore through the house like a crazed animal, flipping furniture and ripping open drawers in my desperate search.
"Ash! Please, where are you? Answer me!"
But there was only silence. A deafening silence that suffocated me and made my heart race faster. Tears stung my eyes as I refused to accept that he wasn't there. He had to be somewhere in this house. He just had to be.
