The red light above the emergency room flickered. Then went off. Theon and Rhys were on their feet almost at the same time. Rhys stumbled forward first, his weak body swaying. The IV mark on his wrist pulled painfully as he gripped the wall for support.

Theon stood so abruptly the chair scraped against the tiled floor. The emergency room doors swung open. Dr. Rosy stepped out first, exhaustion written all over her face. Her surgical cap had been removed. Loose strands of hair stuck to her forehead, and her mask hung in her hand. She looked very tired.

Neither of them spoke, they just stared at the doctor eagerly....