YIREN (PART 3)
I hiss as Jun helps me take off the mask, the movement sending a sharp sting through my already swollen, bruised nose. I instinctively reach up to touch it, but he catches my wrist, his grip firm but not painful.
"You'll make it worse. Let the doctors handle that there's an edge of steel beneath his voice.
Still holding my wrist, he leads me to his car, and orders the driver, "Langone hospital."
That one word—hospital—hits me like a freight train. Everything floods back. My reason for being here, why I came to this dark, twisted place in the first place: Ning and her baby.
I turn to him, my throat tightening, my heart pounding in desperation. Tears blur my vision, and before I can stop myself, I grab his hand, clinging to him as if he's the only lifeline I have left.
