Claire POV
Getting Dad loaded onto a stretcher and up into the medical transport, the long speeding drive through the night back to the Royal clinic - it all passed in a blur.
I also dimly was aware of Nathan by my side, his commanding voice barking out orders to see to the other survivors, arranging transport and care for them as well.
And while I was so grateful all over again for his presence, but I couldn’t afford to break my concentration long enough to say so.
My father’s mind was fractured, splintering off like the spiderweb cracks in a broken pane of glass.
I didn’t know how to fix it. All I could do was dive deep, and try to gather the pieces.
By dawn, after getting Dad settled into a room and spending all night trying to heal him, I was exhausted.
Nothing I did was helping
