Liam POV
My heart raced faster with every passing minute. Haylie had slipped into unconsciousness, and I pressed my foot harder on the gas, pushing the truck to its limits.
I knew the dangers of a severe allergic reaction—how quickly it could turn deadly if she didn't get help. The sight of her lying there so still, her breathing so faint, tore at me. I wished I'd known she was allergic to bees; I never would have brought her into the woods on a hot day like this without asking her to bring her epinephrine shot.
The realization hit hard: I cared about her deeply, yet there were still things about her I didn't know.
"Liam, you have to hurry!" Ace's panicked voice echoed in my head. I stole a glance at Haylie—she wasn't wheezing anymore, and her stillness was terrifying.
