A Matter of Days

ROWAN’S POV

“Eat something first—”

“I will. After.” I won’t, and she knows I won’t, and she lets me go anyway.

I find the medical wing by following the smell of antiseptic, and I get there just in time to catch the worst possible thing, which is them rolling her in.

Sienna.

On a gurney, wheeled fast and careful by two people in scrubs, an IV pole rattling beside her, a tangle of tubing, a monitor