Chapter 67
Joe's POV
The car ride to the hospital was a blur.
Ivan sat beside me in the back seat, his jaw locked tight, his hands fisting on his lap. He didn't say much, just shot a dark glance at the driver every time we hit a bump too hard.
I leaned back against the seat, trying to keep my breathing steady, but the weight in my chest refused to ease. My head still throbbed like hell, and the image of Lily's broken body on the road kept flashing behind my eyelids.
Except…it never really happened. Right?
But the blood looked so real. The screams, the truck and the look on her face.
I wasn't crazy. I couldn't be crazy.
Right?
We pulled up to the private ward and two doctors were already waiting outside, as if they'd been warned I was coming. I hated the sight of them already. With their clipboard in hand, and eager eyes. They looked at me like a damn experiment.
They helped me out of the car. I tried to shrug them off, but my knees buckled again.
