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