Kaelen's POV
My fingers trembled as I snatched the nearest shirt from the floor. I pulled it over my head with shaking hands. The cotton fabric snagged against my shoulder blade. I ignored the discomfort. My trembling fingers struggled with each button.
"Kaelen, wait—"
I couldn't wait. Wouldn't wait. My bare feet slapped against the cold hardwood as I bolted from the room. The corridor became a blur of motion around me. Family portraits turned into smeared colors on the walls. My heartbeat thundered so loud in my skull that it drowned out every other sound.
The infirmary entrance appeared before me. I drove my palms against the double doors with enough force to send them crashing against the interior walls.
The sharp scent of medical supplies invaded my nostrils first. Clean antiseptic mingled with something acrid and threatening. Something that spoke of death creeping closer.
