The sterile lights of the lab cast a harsh glow on Lycus's still form, his once-vibrant energy now reduced to a mere flicker of what it had been. The scene was haunting—machines beeped rhythmically, and the low hum of medical equipment filled the otherwise tense silence.
Barbara's hand rested on her belly, feeling the reassuring kicks of their baby—a small, constant reminder of the life they were fighting for. Each movement brought a flicker of hope amidst the sea of anxiety she felt. She glanced at Jarlon, who approached with a small tray of warm porridge from the hospital's canteen.
"Here," Jarlon said gently, offering the tray to Barbara. "You need to eat something. It's been hours, and you must keep your strength up."
Barbara looked at the porridge; her appetite had vanished, and sh
