Jack's face twisted in confusion, not quite catching Damian's meaning.
Damian realized Jack hadn't been involved back then. His voice came out rough. "She donated bone marrow not long ago… how'd she recover?"
Jack froze, as if struck by lightning. His mind raced back to the scraps of information he'd recently uncovered. No wonder… No wonder Emily hadn't made it out despite the escape route. Her legs were paralyzed from the donation.
A chill crept up his spine. He couldn't bring himself to meet Damian's eyes, the air around them thick and heavy.
"Speak," Damian snapped, his patience fraying.
Jack, sweating bullets, mumbled, "Uh… she seemed fine… Damian, if I can ask, who'd she donate the marrow to?"
Damian's face went cold again. "Brielle, obviously. She owed me that much."
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