Shihab moved cautiously in the hospital's corridor, his weapon raised, as the team advanced through the wreckage. Beside him, Karam and Basil cleared the path, their weapons trained on every open doorway. Karima and Asma followed closely, medical kits strapped to their backs, while Waseem and Jalal took the rear, their eyes sharp for any movement.
A faint whimper echoed from behind a collapsed shelf. Jalal's breath hitched.
"Did you hear that?" he whispered urgently.
The team froze. The sound came again, it was a weak, muffled cry.
"There!" Asma pointed to a blocked door.
Without hesitation, Shihab and Karam shoved the debris aside, revealing a small storage room. Inside, a woman huddled in the corner, clutching a trembling child to her chest.
"Noor!" Jalal rushed forward
