#Chapter 196: The Coma

Ella’s POV By the time I arrived at the hospital, I was out of breath and full of panic—and it had nothing to do with the disturbing scene I’d watched unfold during that Black Sabbath. Liam. I burst through the double doors of the intensive care unit, looking around wildly for a nurse at the late hour. Finally, I spotted one in a set of scrubs with a rubber ducky print on them standing beside a cart of supplies in the hallway. I must have looked like a madwoman, rushing up to her with wild eyes and disheveled hair. “Alpha Liam,” I breathed, not bothering with pleasantries. “Where is he? I need to see him.” The nurse’s face immediately fell at the mention of Liam’s name. “He’s down this way,” she said, gesturing to a room at the end of the hall. “But there’s something you should know. His condition has worsened since we called you.” My stomach dropped. I recalled all too well the words that had been said on the phone when I’d received the call over an