The red emergency lights cast long, bloody shadows across the sterile walls of the medical suite.
Julian Thorne stood before the sealed steel doors, the silence of the intercom ringing in his ears. They have her. Leo's terrified voice echoed in his mind, a sound that threatened to tear his chest wide open.
Julian turned back to the bed. Maya was gripping the rails, her face pale and covered in a sheen of sweat as another contraction ripped through her. Dr. Evans and the nurses were moving efficiently, setting up battery-powered monitors, but the fear in their eyes was obvious.
Julian, Maya gasped, her voice trembling but her eyes burning with the fierce, protective fire of a mother. Go. Get our daughter.
I cannot leave you, Julian said, rushing back to her side and gripping her face in
