(Julia)
“How are they doing, Dr. Evans? Will they be okay?” Logan’s voice was steady, but I could hear the strain beneath it.
He kept glancing at me, his eyes filled with worry, but I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze. The guilt gnawed at me, twisting my insides until it was almost unbearable.
“Yes, the knockout gas that was used on them was designed to incapacitate, but not cause any long-term harm,” Dr. Evans replied, his tone reassuring.
“They will likely experience some disorientation, but otherwise, they’ll be fine, and the baby will be alright as well.” I exhaled a shaky breath, the tension easing slightly from my shoulders.
Helene and I had been lucky, too lucky. The whole situation could have ended so much worse. But even with Dr. Evans’ reassurance, I couldn't stop my
