-Journee's POV-
The sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils as I hurried through the revolving doors of Massachusetts General Hospital. Panic gnawed at my insides after hearing the news about Mr. Jesse and his wife’s daughter’s condition.
I didn’t know Staci well, but after the quickly developing bond she’d created with Mr. Holmes and his wife, Amelia, it was difficult not to care. .
When I finally reached the women’s ward, I found Mr. Holmes pacing outside the maternity ward, his face etched with worry lines as he held Jasmine’s slumbering form in his arms.
“Mr Holmes?” I breathed, my voice trembling with worry. “How is she?”
He immediately stopped, and approached me with an embrace. As he did, I relieved him of Jasmine’s slumbering little form. Then he told me what the damag
