Thalia's Pov
“Doctors! Please help!” I yelled as we rushed into the hospital.
The emergency room doors swung open, and a team of nurses immediately surrounded the stretcher as we wheeled Raphael through the doors. I ran alongside them, keeping my eyes fixed on his small, pale face.
The attending physician took one look at his bare torso and legs, her face darkening in an instant. She carefully cut away the remnants of his torn shirt, revealing a nightmare of purple contusions, fresh lacerations, and swollen joints.
"We need a full trauma workup," the doctor ordered loudly to the staff around her. "Get X-rays for the ribs and forearm immediately. There are obvious bone fractures here that were set haphazardly and left to heal crookedly. He's suffering from acute dehydration and early
