"Thea! Where on earth are you? Are you fine?" York, with his stomach in a knot, walked back and forth, not minding the busy hospital lobby.
But instead of hearing an answer to settle his nerves, all he had taken is, is the weak sigh of Thea, together with her tense, low voice saying. "I'm not sure, I don't know. But I don't want you to come near me again". And dropped the call.
His shoulders fell with her response, staring at the blue sky as the sun was high, praying for some wisdom from the real God, the one that not only humans know and fear but even the mystical beings as he is.
A pat on his back got his attention. It's the doctor who attended their companions; with Nerie beside him, her eyes were swollen from crying. "Hey, Doc. How are the patients?".
