Sebastian's POV
I abandoned everything and sprinted toward my car as if the world was ending. The evening rush hour turned into my personal nightmare. Each traffic signal stretched into eternity. Every cautious driver became another obstacle blocking my path to Maya. My heart pounded against my ribs, blood rushing through my ears as I white-knuckled the steering wheel.
The moment I crashed through the hospital entrance, Dr. Quincy stood waiting in the main lobby, something different flickering in his usually reserved expression.
"Tell me," I demanded before he could speak, my chest still heaving from the sprint inside.
"Follow me," he said, leading me through the familiar corridor toward intensive care. "Maya has demonstrated remarkable neurological changes throughout the day. Her brain scans reveal heightened activity patterns—clear indicators that her consciousness is stirring."
My feet stopped moving as his words sank in.
"She's actually going to wake up?"
