By the time Stephen successfully got Diana to the hospital, it was already too late.
The entire ride there had been chaos.
Blood.
Too much blood.
It stained Stephen's hands, soaked into Diana's clothes, spread across the leather seats of his car while she cried weakly in pain, clutching his arm and begging him not to leave her.
Stephen had driven like a madman through the empty night roads, his hands trembling violently around the steering wheel while his mind kept replaying the moment she fell over and over again.
The sound her body made against the marble floor.
The blood.
The way her terrified eyes had looked at him.
Doctors and nurses rushed her away the second they arrived at the hospital. The private emergency floor was thrown into motion immediately after hearing the Blake name attached to the situation.
And Stephen…
Stephen had stood outside the operating room alone for hours.
Still stained with her blood.
