Chapter 62

• Chelsey's point of view.
• I dashed with Enzo's pack of doctors down below the mansion where a medical wing had been set up, they kept running and I couldn't keep up, but I was the only thing keeping him from bleeding out, so I jumped onto the gourmet, straddling him to keep the pressure on his neck.
• "Come with me, Enzo! Don't fucking die right now!" I begged, knowing he was unconscious. For some reason, my thoughts returned to Jazz in labor... labor that I had assisted in some way. I focused my attention on a rapidly paling Enzo, pushing all of my strength and positivity out of my aura into his. His eyes must have fluttered open at some point.