When she attempted to step forward, she staggered. Mitchel quickly reached out to hold her arm and called out softly, “Raegan..."

Mitchel's soft voice seemed to rub salt onto Raegan's wound.

Despite not having the strength to get rid of him, she managed to hiss through gritted teeth, “Let go of me!"

The undisguised disgust in her eyes pained Mitchel, but he complied and let her go.

Then, Raegan spun around and trudged away, each step seeming to sap her strength.

Suddenly, a loud thud echoed in the air.

Raegan crumpled to the ground, limp and unresponsive.

Mitchel's face went ashen. For a brief moment, he feared he had lost her forever.

"Raegan!" He scooped her up in his arms and shouted, "Get the car!

We need to get to the hospital now!"

The crowd was left dumbfounded by this shocking turn of events.

At the hospital, Raegan lay unconscious. In her dream, she saw Mitchel and Lauren holding hands and sharing an intimate moment.

She had swallowed her pride and pleaded with Mitchel to come back to her for her grandmother's sake. Sadly, all she got from him was a cold sneer.

“I love Lauren more than anyone else in the world. Don't flatter yourself."

Each word felt like a sledgehammer to her heart.

The pain was so intense, and it felt like she could not draw another breath.

A line of sweat beaded on Raegan's forehead. A few moments later, she was finally pulled from the depths of her nightmare.

“Raegan?" a man called out in a deep voice.

Raegan's mind started to clear, and the strong smell of disinfectant filled her senses.

"“Raegan, are you alright? How are you feeling?" Mitchel held her hand tightly. His eyes were red-rimmed and weary, as though he had been watching over her for a long time.