Isabel POV
The nurse's whispered warning hit me like a slap. "You're being followed."
Miguel stiffened beside me, his grip tightening on Diego's arm as we half-carried, half-dragged him into the small hospital lobby.
"Who's following us?" Marissa demanded, her tone sharp and low.
"I don't know who they are, but they've been asking questions. They came through here earlier, showing pictures. They're still nearby."
"We don't have time for this. My brother needs help."
The nurse hesitated, her eyes flickering between Diego's pale face and the tension in Miguel's stance. Finally, she nodded. "Room four. Down the hall. I'll get a doctor."
Marissa moved to the door; her rifle hidden beneath her coat. "I'll keep an eye out," she said, her voice calm but firm.
I followed Miguel down the hallway, my heart racing.
Miguel POV
