The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 267

He grabbed Garrison's arm, his gaze snapping from the doctor's pale face to the bloody bandages around his waist, before looking at Vivienne.

“Manager Hayes, how is he?”

“The bullet missed all major organs. There was a minor infection, but it's been handled,” Vivienne assured him smoothly. “A few weeks of solid rest and he'll make a full recovery.”

Cassandra stood behind Wyatt, letting out a massive sigh of relief. She wiped a stray tear from her eye and bowed her head. “Thank you, Manager Hayes.”

Vivienne nodded graciously, handing Garrison over to Wyatt and Cassandra.

“Where is Sloane?”

Josh's frantic voice interrupted them. He looked just as terrible as Garrison. Deep, bruised bags hung beneath his eyes, his lips were cracked and peeling, and a heavy layer of stubble shadowed his jaw. He hadn't slept a wink since Sloane went into the water.

He stared at Vivienne, his voice entirely hoarse.

“I mean... the young woman. Sloane.”

The air in the lounge instantly turned to lead.

Wyatt's grip on Garrison's arm went rigid. Cassandra dropped her gaze, unable to look anyone in the eye.

Vivienne held her silence for a few painful seconds. Her expression grew somber as she lowered her eyes and slowly shook her head.

“I'm so sorry,” she said softly. “The other three... they were already gone by the time they arrived.”

The world spun violently around Josh, his knees buckling as he collapsed to the floor.

Even on the helicopter, he hadn't been able to find her pulse. He hadn't felt her breathing. He had felt the warmth bleeding out of her...

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