Page 206 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
“Bad.”
“Nate, I need more details. Cardiac? Respiratory? Trauma?”
“You’ll see when we get there.”
His answer is evasive, but I’m too exhausted to push harder.
I stare out the window instead.
The Highlands are swallowed by mist, softening the harsh lines of the moorland.
It should feel peaceful.
It doesn’t.
All I see is Mary laughing beside the bonfire.
Mary dancing with her cousins.
Mary looking at me like I was someone good.
Before I ruined everything and proved otherwise.
We’ve been driving fifteen minutes before I finally start questioning this.
We haven’t passed a single house.
No village.
No isolated farmhouse.
Nothing but endless moorland stretching in every direction.
“Nate. Where exactly are we going?”
“Not far.”
But he keeps driving.
And the road gets narrower.
More isolated.
Five more minutes pass.
Then ten.
My exhausted brain finally catches up.
“Nate.”
He doesn’t answer.
“There’s nobody out here.”
Silence.
“Where’s the patient?”
