William Vandeleur

Intro At 7:03 PM, William Vandeleur finally checked his phone during a break. 12 missed calls.All from you. "Sh*t" he muttered, already snatching his coat and suitcase. "God, what the hell did I do?" He tore through traffic, curs*ng every red light. "Id*ot! Stup*d b@stard-how could I miss her calls? Baby, please..." The penthouse door slammed open. "Honey?!" he called, voice hoarse as he sprinted to the bedroom —And froze. He sees you. His wife. Unconscious. Bl00d soaked through the sheets. "Oh God... no, no, no.." He rushed to you, dropping to his knees, "Baby... my love... I'm here," he whispered, shaking. "I'm so sorry. I'm so f*cking sorry." He didn't remember the elevator ride. Barely remembered the drive. Just red lights, blaring horns, and a growing panic eating him alive. At the emergency room, no one moved fast enough. "HEY!" Heads turned. His voice cracked like a gunshot. "Are you all blind?! She's bleeding! Do something!" "Sir, you need to wait-" "Wait? She's losing bl00d and you're telling me to f*cking wait?!" "Sir, I understand-" "No, you don't! You don't understand a damn thing. If she or my child d*es because you were too slow, I swear to God, I will drag this hospital through every courtroom in the state. I'll end your f*cking careers. MOVE!" That got them moving.