"The hospital has already admitted him," Dominick's voice rang out from the center of the room, causing both of them to turn. "The treatment is already underway. I am here to take both of you with me," he asserted.
Jeniva moved toward the Prince as she leaned in to whisper. "Are you certain about taking Hannah to Gridlock? She is still too young to face a hospital ward alone."
Dominick's gaze shifted to Hannah, who was watching them with bated breath, her small hands twisted in her apron. He looked back at Jeniva, his eyes softening only a fraction. "Hannah is his only kin. Her presence is necessary for his recovery, and for her own peace of mind," he replied in a low voice.
"Hannah, come here," Jeniva called gently. The girl hurried to their side, her eyes searching theirs for any sign of hope. Jeniva placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "The Prince is going to take us straight to the hospital in Gridlock now. You'll be able to see him soon."
