FIA
We moved quickly through the corridors.
Thorne and Maren carried Gabriel between them. His body hung limp and heavy. His head lolled forward with each step they took.
I walked beside them with my hand hovering near Gabriel's shoulder. Not touching per se. I was, however, ready in case they needed help.
Mother-in-law, Morrigan, followed close behind. Her footsteps were slower than they should have been. Uneven.
I glanced back at her.
Her face had gone pale again. The color that had returned after she woke from the poison had started to fade. She pressed one hand against the wall to steady herself.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
She waved me off with her free hand.
"I am fine. Just tired."
But she did not look fine.
We reached the infirmary, and Thorne pushed the door open with his shoulder. They carried Gabriel inside and lowered him carefully onto one of the cots.
His breathing was still shallow. Still uneven.
