The alarms were still shrieking when the door opened again.
Ethan came in hard, shoulders rising and falling like he had run the entire length of the corridor. His shirt was wrinkled, hair pushed back from his forehead with one hand, eyes already locked on the bed.
He took in the cluster of staff, the way Adrian’s body still twitched under their hands, and then his gaze snapped to Marceline.
She stood pressed against the wall, both arms locked around her belly, face pale and wet. One of the nurses tried to steer her farther back. She shook the woman off without looking.
Ethan crossed the room in four long strides.
“What happened?” His voice was rough.
“He started seizing,” Marceline said. The words came out thin. “One minute the monitors were steady. The next...” She broke off as an
