When I was thirty minutes away from where Y/N placed the call to Hyrin, I got a call telling me she was in the hospital. From what I'd heard on the phone before the line went dead, something big had happened, but I pushed the thought away, refused to believe that something had happened to her when I'd just finally found her after all these months.

Just when she was about to head back to the city. Maybe not home, but to Hyrin, and she had to know she wouldn't have made it one foot into New York without my knowing she was there. I would have been on her instantly.