Henry's POV
Noah stood in front of us, his face still burning with anger.
"You're not taking my sister anywhere!"
I tried to keep calm despite my heart racing. "Look, I don't have time to argue or fight right now. Camila is in a lot of pain, and I need to get her to the hospital immediately. If you want to help, then help. If not, please get the hell out of my way."
He glanced at Camila, her body hunched slightly in pain, and I could see him hesitating. After a few tense seconds, he finally nodded.
"Okay, I'll help. But I'm coming with you to the hospital."
I didn't argue. "Fine. But we need to hurry."
I supported Camila to her feet, her hand clutching my arm as she tried to steady herself. We quickly made our way out the door, Noah right behind us.
I reached for my phone to call a cab, but Noah spoke up.
"I brought my car. It's out front."