Chapter 300
Chapter 300:
He ran down the hallway — a man desperately trying to outrun the reality of his own destroyed life.
The twin engines of the private helicopter screamed as the aircraft tore through the night sky, leaving the glowing grid of Manhattan far behind.
Inside the cabin, Cole sat strapped into the leather seat like a man bound to an electric chair. His hands gripped the armrests so tightly the leather groaned beneath the pressure. His knuckles were bone-white. His eyes were fixed blindly on the dark window.
He kept hitting redial on his phone. Every single time, the mechanical voice told him she was unreachable. Every single time, the invisible knife in his chest twisted a little deeper.
The hour-long flight was a psychological torture chamber. Cole bargained with every god he had never believed in. He promised to give her everything. He promised to sign the divorce papers. He promised to disappear from her life forever — if only she were still breathing.
The helicopter banked sharply and began its descent toward the brightly lit helipad on the roof of Massachusetts General Hospital.
The skids had barely touched the concrete before Cole ripped his harness free. He threw the cabin door open and jumped out into the freezing rotor wash.
He sprinted across the roof, threw open the stairwell door, and took the steps three at a time. He burst into the main corridor of the hospital — a terrifying, massive figure in a ruined suit, his eyes wild and bloodshot.
He ran straight to the Emergency Room’s main desk and slammed both hands down on the high counter, startling the triage nurse.
“June Erickson!” Cole bellowed, his voice raw and broken. “She was brought in from the crash on the coastal highway. Where is she p>
𝗗і𝘴𝘤o𝗏𝘦r 𝗁і𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝗀e𝘮𝘀 o𝗇 𝗀a𝗹ոo𝘃elѕ.𝗰𝗈𝘮
The nurse shrank back, unsettled by the sheer, violent panic radiating from the man, but her professional training held firm.
“Sir, please lower your voice,” she said, stepping back from the counter. “I cannot release protected patient information to a stranger p>
Cole’s eyes widened with manic fury. “I am her husband!” he roared, ripping his platinum identification card and driver’s license from his ruined suit pocket and slamming them onto the counter. “Get your hospital administrator on the phone right now. My name is Cole Compton. You have ten seconds before my legal team starts filing for gross negligence p>
The nurse recognized the name. She paled. Without bypassing protocol, she placed an urgent call, and within a minute a flustered man in a suit was striding toward them.
“She’s stable,” the administrator said, reading from a tablet the nurse had handed him. “She’s in Treatment Room 3. She has a moderate concussion and severe whiplash, but she’s conscious and responsive. Sir — she was incredibly lucky p>
Stable.
The word struck Cole’s brain like a bolt of pure lightning.
The suffocating weight of grief vanished in an instant, replaced by a tidal wave of euphoria so overwhelming his knees buckled. He grabbed the edge of the counter to keep from going down.
She was alive. She was breathing.
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