Chapter 47

SEBASTIAN'S POV.

I wake up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. It takes me a moment to remember where I am, to shake off the lingering tendrils of the nightmare that had gripped me. But as soon as I do, the memory of Hailee floods back into my mind, and I feel a surge of panic.

I can't help but think of her lying there in that hospital bed, so still and pale. The memory of her bloodied body haunts me, and I can't shake the feeling of guilt that I carry with me. I should have been there for her, should have protected her from whatever had caused her so much pain.

But instead, I had been with Clara, ignoring the outside world as if it didn't matter. And now, Hailee lay in that hospital bed, fighting for her life, while I sat here in my own room, helpless to do anything about it.

I try to shake off the feelings of despair and focus on what I can do to help her. Maybe there's something I can do to speed up her recovery, to make the pain go away. But as soon as I start to think