Chapter Thirty-Nine
Hope
Iain didn’t turn around when they ran into the clinic. “They’re asleep again,” he calmly stated, wiping his hands on a rag. The placed had already been scrubbed. No trace of the roaches’ attack remained. Lucien caught the sound of men digging on the other side of the wall.
Dropping to his knees next to , he pulled off a glove and lightly touched her cheek. She was breathing regularly, and didn’t appear to be in any distress. More promising, her skin was no longer pasty white. He glanced over at where his father was lovingly brushing hair away from her face, then up at the physician. “What happened?”
“I was tending to your mother and debating whether or not I needed to intubate her again, when she just opened her eyes and looked right at me. At first I thought
