The door closed with a metallic snap. On the other side, Thor dropped to his knees, the stab wound still bleeding through his coat-darkened sleeve. He didn’t care about the pain. The only pain that felt real was seeing her like that—and the fear of losing her.

A nurse hurried toward him.

“Sir, you’re bleeding too. You need treatment.”

“I just want to know if she’s going to be all right!” he cried, his voice on the edge of breaking.

“They’re taking care of her. Trust our team. Please, come with me—we need to dress that cut.”

Thor looked toward the corridor where they had taken Celina, his face etched with fear, fury, and a desperate love. Deep down he knew: this moment would change everything. And he would never again let anything happen to the woman who still made his heart beat off-tempo.

The cold, sterile corridor echoed with the hurried footsteps of nurses, doctors, and anxious visitors. Harsh white light reflected off the floor, amplifying the tension that filled the space. Thor s