The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344

Ella’s Perspective

By the time I reached the hospital, my breath was ragged and my heart pounded with a rising tide of panic—though strangely, it had nothing to do with the unsettling events I’d witnessed earlier that night during the Black Sabbath.

Liam.

I practically stormed through the double doors of the intensive care unit, my eyes darting frantically as I searched for any sign of a nurse at this late hour. After what felt like an eternity, I spotted someone—a nurse dressed in scrubs adorned with cheerful rubber ducky prints—standing beside a supply cart in the hallway. I must have looked like a frantic mess, my hair disheveled and eyes wide with desperation as I hurried toward her.

“Alpha Liam,” I gasped, cutting straight to the point without a word of introduction. “Where is he? I need to see him right now.”

The moment she heard his name, the nurse’s expression shifted dramatically, her face falling with a shadow of sorrow. “He’s down this way,” she said quietly, pointing toward a room at the far end of the corridor. “But there’s something you should know—his condition has worsened since we last called you.”

A cold knot formed in my stomach. The memory of the phone call from over an hour ago came rushing back, the doctor’s grim words echoing in my mind as if they’d been spoken moments ago.

“Alpha Liam underwent emergency surgery tonight to stop internal bleeding,” the voice on the other end had explained. “Unfortunately, the operation didn’t go as we hoped. He lost a significant amount of blood. We managed to halt the bleeding, but he’s much weaker than before.”

Goddess, how could it possibly have gotten any worse?

Noticing the anguish flickering across my face, the nurse offered a gentle, sympathetic look. “Maybe it’s best if I show you,” she suggested softly, placing a reassuring hand on my elbow and guiding me toward the room.

I nodded stiffly, bracing myself for the worst as I followed her down the sterile hallway. I had half-expected to find Liam awake but pale and fragile, drained from all he’d endured. What I saw when I stepped inside, however, shattered all my expectations.

But it wasn’t comforting. Not in the slightest.

Liam was barely clinging to life, and it felt like it was all my fault. I had no leads on the curse that threatened him, no answers—only helplessness and dread gnawing at my insides.

Suddenly, the door swung open with a sharp bang. Both the nurse and I gasped, turning to see Alexander standing there, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath. His eyes flickered briefly to me, then locked onto Liam, his face crumpling with raw pain.

“Alpha Alexander,” the nurse said, clearing her throat gently. She quickly filled him in on everything she’d just told me. Throughout her explanation, Alexander remained silent, his gaze fixed on Liam with a mixture of shock and despair.

“I’ll give you some privacy,” the nurse murmured at last, checking her pager. “Please, feel free to stay as long as you need. And if you require anything, don’t hesitate to press the button by his bed.”

With that, she slipped out, leaving the room feeling heavier, darker, and more hopeless in her absence. The bright yellow ducks on her scrubs had been a small, unexpected ray of sunshine in this bleak, sterile space—now gone, leaving only the cold reality of Liam’s fragile state behind.