A scream tore through the room.
It was raw and hoarse, ripped straight from the throat before breaking apart into a wet, choking cough that ended with blood splattering against the side of the bed.
The sound was deafening.
And frankly, it was a brutal contrast to the joyous laughter and casual conversations that likely filled the other areas under the same roof.
Then again, who would've known that within the same confines of DG's booth, a different kind of operation was going on.
It was a good thing the room had been encased in a spiritual barrier. Otherwise, Princess Kira would have been another patient they would have had to deal with before the entire procedure was over.
Luca didn't look up right away.
He remained hunched over the patient, eyes fixed, breathing slow and controlled, every ounce of his attention locked onto the task at hand. It took a long moment before he finally spoke, his voice hoarse from concentration rather than fear.
