"Axel?" the doctor called, rushing closer the moment he saw the change in him.
Axel couldn't answer. He couldn't even form words. His mouth opened as if he wanted to speak, as if he was trying to explain what he was feeling, but nothing came out.
A broken groan escaped him instead, raw and strained, dragged from somewhere deep in his chest.
His face twisted with pain, his body curling slightly in on itself as if that might somehow lessen what was tearing through him.
The doctor didn't hesitate anymore, his hand was already reaching for his phone, fingers moving too fast. He called for emergency assistance, his voice sharp and urgent, and within less than a minute the room filled with movement.
Other doctors and nurses rushed in, their expressions immediately shifting from curiosity to alarm the moment they took in Axel's condition.
They lifted him onto a stretcher quickly, efficiently, voices overlapping as they worked. Axel barely reacted.
