Third Person's POV
The doors to the emergency OR shut quickly.
Mortimer only caught a glimpse of Seraphina as she swapped into her surgical scrubs. Her face, devoid of any makeup, was set in a professional, expressionless mask. Before he could steal another look, the doors sealed shut.
"Morty!" Vivian's voice hitched with a sob, and a second later, she threw herself into his arms.
"Morty, I'm so scared. What am I going to do if something happens to Rolf?"
Mortimer's body went rigid as she clung to him.
The first thing that flashed through his mind wasn't comfort for Vivian, but Seraphina's detached face. Almost instinctively, he reached out and pushed Vivian away.
"Don't worry," he said, his voice stiff. "Sera is in there saving him. He'll be fine."
Sera...
Vivian's sobbing hit a
