Elisabeth's POV
Jefferson died.
For what felt like an eternity, his chest lay motionless. No breath. No heartbeat. My entire world collapsed in that moment. Then, suddenly, his chest moved again. Barely perceptible, but there. The relief that washed over me was overwhelming, but it lasted only an instant before the chaos consumed everything.
The rest became a blur.
Hands tore him away from me. Voices screamed commands. I watched in a daze as they loaded his body onto a stretcher and rushed him inside the hospital.
I had brought him here because of my father. Despite all his faults, his coldness toward me, his hatred for Jefferson, I knew one thing without question. He would never refuse to treat a patient, regardless of who they were.
