The hospital hallway feels quieter now, not actually quiet. There are still footstep, Machines beeping somewhere in the distance, nursess talking softly at the front desk but compared to the chaos from earlier, it feels mutef, like the storm already passed and left all of us sitting in the wreckage.
I sit curled up in the waiting room chair, untouched coffee cooling in my hands, my eyes fixed on nothing. Noah is still beside me, scrolling through his phone every few minutes, probably getting updates from the men outside.
Lucas has been gone for almost an hour and ii don't even realize how tense my body is until I see him walking toward us.
The second I look at his face, my stomach twists…..Something's wrong, his jaw is tight enough to crack teeth.
"What happened?" Noah asks immediately, standing.
Lucas runs a tired hand down his face before answering.
"We caught a few alive."
That gets my full attention instantly, I straighten in my seat.
"The masked men?"
Lucas nods once.
