Dane's POV
My breath caught in my chest when I saw Nathan's wrecked car crushed along the side of the road.
"No! No! Nathan, no," Hailee screamed in pain.
I swallowed hard and held back my emotions as I sped past it. I wanted to yell out in pain too—but I couldn't break down. Not now. Not in front of her. We needed to get to the hospital. Fast. So I pushed the gas harder, my jaw locked tight, my heart slamming violently against my ribs.
"I should've followed him," she cried under her breath. "I should've known he wasn't okay."
Hailee turned to me, her face pale and soaked with tears. "Do you think… do you think he's—"
"No," I cut in firmly, even if I wasn't sure myself. "He's not. Nathan's strong. He's still fighting. He has to be."
She nodded weakly, hugging herself tighter like she was trying to hold her world together. The rest of the drive was filled with the silent sobs of Hailee.
