Brent gripped his bike handle tightly, his knuckles white with tension, as he raced through the streets, his heart hammering against his chest. The word “accident” kept replaying in his mind, filling him with a sense of horror and dread. He rode faster, weaving through traffic, barely aware of the world around him. When he arrived at the hospital that was mentioned to him over the phone, he parked haphazardly and hurried inside, his eyes scanning frantically for any trace of Audrey or Freudian. He spotted them standing near the reception, with Audrey's face looking distraught and pale while Freudian hugged her close, in an attempt to console her.“Where's she?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as he tried to catch his breath. Audrey looked up, her tear stained face filled with a mixture of fear and anxiety.“She–she’s in ward 125,” she choked out, her voice trembling. “The doctor said she sustained no serious injury, only a few bruises, but–” her voice faltered, unable to
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