CLARA

I took a deep breath as I stepped into the hospital room, the sterile scent of antiseptic filling my nostrils. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a harsh glow on the two beds where Storm and Landon lay.

The sight of them, pale and bandaged, sent a wave of anxiety and worry crashing over me. I glanced back at Roberto who retreated to a corner, his expression unreadable.

"Hey, Landon! Storm!" I called out softly, moving closer to their beds, I sat in between both beds so it would be easier to talk to both men.

Mateo and the other guards were placed in different rooms. It was just...