He laid Ruby gently across the back seat of his car, brushing her hair away from her face, his chest tight with panic.
Rayna jumped into the driver seat of hers just as Stefan slid behind the wheel of his.
The engine roared to life as he sped off, his grip tight on the wheel, with Rayna driving just as fast behind him.
"She's going to be okay," he whispered. "She has to be." He kept telling himself as he kept driving while glancing at Ruby through the rearview mirror.
And in the backseat, Ruby lay motionless, pale, and silent—as Stefan drove faster than he ever had in his life, praying to a God he wasn't even sure he believed in that he wasn't already too late by the time he'd arrive at the hospital.
The white walls of the hospital waiting room felt colder than usual.
