Thomas swallowed hard and forced himself to look at the doctor again.
"We'll take their bodies home to Silver Ridge Pack. Please arrange for a medical helicopter to transport them."
"Of course," the doctor replied. "We'll coordinate with the appropriate team and ensure the necessary arrangements are completed."
Thomas nodded once before lowering himself heavily onto the bench. For a moment, he stared at the floor, his hands hanging loosely between his knees. His parents were gone, and with them went the possibility of asking them what had truly happened, why the needles had affected them so violently, and how much they had known about Cooper's suffering.
He pressed his palms against his face, drawing a long, unsteady breath before lowering his hands again.
He could grieve later.
Right now, his family needed him to remain standing.
Victor was still holding Maya when Thomas looked up.
"Take care of her," he said quietly.
Victor nodded. "I will."
