Michael pushed the door open and stepped into the room, followed closely by two doctors. "They're here" he said, his voice low but urgent as his eyes moved toward Seren.
Seren turned immediately, relief flashing across her face before she quickly stepped aside. "Please" she said, gesturing toward the beds, "come and check on them."
The two female doctors didn't waste a second. They moved straight to Ameila and Emily, their expressions focused, hands already at work—checking pulses, adjusting positions, examining wounds with practiced precision. The quiet efficiency of their movements filled the room, but the tension didn't ease.
Michael leaned slightly closer to Seren, lowering his voice. "The rooms are ready," he whispered.
Seren nodded faintly, then turned to the others standing rigidly nearby—Liam, Moon, Jayden, Xander, and Aldric. Their clothes were still stained, their bodies tense, carrying the weight of everything they had just walked through.
