Daemon's SUV rapidly arrived at the emergency entrance of the hospital, but it did not screech to a stop. It slowed down and stopped while carefully bleeding away the kinetic energy it had been carrying. Daemon came out looking as composed as before, or rather, as cold as when he had left the intersection where the accident happened, but with sweat now dotting his forehead.
His face looked less rosy than before, and it was not because of fear, judging by his eyes which were as cold as they were dark. He went around the car, and carefully picked up Evelyn in a princess carry, her unconscious form looking like she was just asleep, even if a little too pale.
As Daemon turned around, a bed was already pushed over to his side by a medical team. He met the gaze of Ryan not far away beside the emergency door, and it was at the latter's nod that he put his wife down, careful not to disturb her.
"Let's go."
