The ER corridor was filled with people. Nurses moved back and forth, doctors spoke quickly, and the sound of medical equipment came from behind the closed door. Sheena sat on a long bench, her body trembling. Her hands were clasped together, her eyes fixed on the ER door that remained tightly shut.

A few minutes later, hurried footsteps were heard. A man stopped in front of Sheena.

“Sheena.”

Sheena looked up. “Gevan…”

Gevan’s face was tense. “How is Julio?”

That question seemed to shatter what little strength Sheena had left. Tears immediately fell.

“He’s still inside,” she said with a trembling voice. “They’re still treating him.”

Gevan sat beside her....