Jayden gave a curt nod to the officers. "Get him prepped for transport. Full medical escort—ambulance is waiting at the loading bay. No stops, no visitors until he's in the secure wing."
Two uniforms moved in smoothly, unlocking the bed brakes with practiced efficiency. The third adjusted the IV pole and oxygen line while the fourth pushed from the footboard.
Diaz's eyes stayed locked on us—on me—until the very last second, that crimson flicker of hatred burning behind the glaze of pain and defeat. His thoughts brushed mine one final time, low and venomous:
This isn't over. You think you've caged me? I'll sing every name… and then I'll find a way to make you pay.
The wheels squeaked against the linoleum as they rolled him out. The door swung shut behind them with a soft pneumatic hiss, leaving only the echo of retreating footsteps and the distant beep of monitors fading down the corridor.
