The sound of the gunshot ripped through the room like lightning, splitting the sky.
A second of stunned silence followed—then chaos.
"No!" Callan's voice broke as he lunged forward.
Ryan's body jerked and slumped sideways, the gun clattering from his grasp and hitting the floor with a hollow clang. Blood spread quickly across his hospital gown, blooming red against the white sheets.
Abigail screamed, her hands flying to her mouth, and Jamal turned her around and buried her face in his chest.
Genevieve gasped, the colour draining from her face before she went limp. Stefan caught her just in time and carried her out of the room to get help.
Callan's heart was pounding so loud he could barely hear or see anything happening around him as he stared at Ryan in shock. His whole body was cold with dread as he stared at a wide-eyed Ryan. He wanted to look away but couldn't.
Emily reacted first. The doctor in her took over, even as her hands trembled.
