The doctor's words still hung in the air.
"They're both critical."
Silence. Heavy. Unforgiving.
Sebastian didn't move. Didn't blink. Didn't breathe.
"Will she live?" he asked, calm. Too calm.
The doctor hesitated. "We are doing everything we can—"
"That's not what I asked," he said.
A pause. Long. Painful.
"We don't know yet."
That was enough. To be an answer.
Something inside Sebastian snapped—not loudly, not violently, but completely.
He nodded once, then turned.
"Mr. Alaric."
Alaric stepped forward immediately. "Yes?"
"Lock this place down."
Alaric's eyes hardened. "Already in motion."
"I want every door sealed. No one in. No one out."
"Yes Mr Alaric echoed."
Sebastian's voice dropped lower. "If anything else happens to her…"
He didn't finish. He didn't need to finish. Alaric understood. This was no longer control. This was war.
Inside the operating room, chaos had already begun.
"BP unstable again!"
