In all fairness to Luca, he had not expected things to get this hectic and tense.
The little heir sat at the foot of his father's bed, his expression apologetic as he glanced toward the other hospital beds in the shared ward, where about nine other people lay in various states of indignity.
The medical bay was rarely used like this. Normally, injuries were treated with medical tanks or quick-draw healing wands. But today, the ward was hosting what could only be described as a mass time-out.
First, there was Chief of Staff Killian Nox, who appeared to have decided to remain unconscious until the world sorted itself out.
Next was Jax, who nearly needed to be restrained after refusing to rest. He kept insisting he had to get back to the barns to check on the animals in labor, despite already wobbling like a drunk toddler.
