Crises in Love novel Chapter 412

The situation escalated so quickly that I was rooted to the spot in sheer terror, unable to even dodge. I watched helplessly as the knife plunged toward my heart, and just before it could strike...

In the blink of an eye, a shadow flashed like lightning toward the assailant, moving too fast for me to see clearly what was happening. A gust of wind brushed past me followed by a scream, the thud of the knife hitting the ground, and then I was swept into someone's arms.

I turned my head, heart hammering, to see Hannah's face. She shielded me with her body, and I heard Larkin shout, "Get her out of here!"

"Be careful!" Hannah yelled back before pulling me along and running out the door.

Looking back, I saw several attackers swarming Larkin!

"Come on!" Hannah's voice was urgent as she yanked me in front of her and, with swift movement, hoisted me onto her back and ran forward.

When we reached the spot where we'd arrived earlier, an ambulance was already there. I saw Logan handing Catherine over to the paramedics while curious onlookers gathered, whispering about what had happened.

Without a word, Logan jumped into the ambulance, and Hannah shoved me in after him, shouting, "Go on, we'll be right behind you!" Then she whirled around and dashed back the way we had come. I knew she was going back for Larkin.

Logan glanced at Hannah's back and asked, "What happened?"

Between gasps for breath, I managed to say, "Someone... attacked me, and Larkin's fighting them off!"

Logan's eyes lowered with concern but he kept silent.

The ambulance doors slammed shut and the siren began to wail as the crowd parted. We sped off towards the hospital.

My eyes were fixed on Catherine who was lying pale and lifeless on the stretcher like a discarded doll, a blood bag hanging above her.

Tears blurred my vision as I asked Logan, voice tinged with panic, "How is she? Why does she need a transfusion? She's going to be okay, right?" I hadn't noticed her bleeding when Logan had carried her out.

Logan looked grim. "It's not good. She's got a head injury, lost a lot of blood, and she's been unconscious for too long..."

I was too frightened to speak or ask more, but my gaze couldn't move away from her pale face, her eyelashes drooping silently, seeming to be deeply asleep, devoid of the past sassy and lively appearance. Tears clouded my vision. I sniffled, hastily cleaning my tears while keeping my gaze locked on her, my heart throbbing with worry. I could only resent how frustratingly slow the car seemed to be moving.

Logan also looked heavy-hearted, his jaw clenched, revealing that he, too, was restraining himself. He was firmly holding Catherine's hand with his large hand, clearly showing reluctance.