The hallway walls blurred around me as I followed Shade toward the infirmary. He wasn't moving fast, not by his standards, but I could feel how stressed he was over this. Corey as well. She hadn't stopped kicking since the healer came.
Brooke's scent hit me first. Sharp. Sickly. Sweat and something sterile. The infirmary door was open. Machines beeping. Voices raised. The healers shouted something about stabilizing.
Brooke jerked on the cot. One arm flailed, knocking into a tray of instruments. A nurse lunged to catch it.
I froze.
Corey twisted again inside me. Hard.
I stepped forward without thinking. I reached Brooke's cot and placed my hand firmly on her arm. Everything stopped.
She went slack. The shaking vanished like it had never happened.
Gasps echoed behind me. "What the he
