After calling the ambulance for Anatoly and Anastasia, Mikhail drove Tabitha to the hospital as quickly as possible. Despite her disorientation, she managed to stay awake, though it was clear she was fighting exhaustion with every passing minute. "How is she doing?" Mikhail asked, his voice strained with worry as he stepped into the hospital room where Robert was waiting. "She's sleeping," Robert replied quietly, peering over at Tabitha, who lay peacefully in the bed. "But she should be fine. I’ve sent the samples for testing." Mikhail ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside him. "I can’t believe Anatoly stooped so low. He was about to..." His words faltered as his gaze lingered on Tabitha, her even breathing providing a brief respite amidst the tumult.
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