Elliot's gaze was drowned in fear, in raw dread and absolute despair.
"You have to help them… at the infirmary!"
Akram cast a glance toward Leyla, his face tense. He did not have the time to take care of everyone at once—yet he had no choice. He straightened up and rushed toward the infirmary, ordering Elliot to stay with Leyla, while he himself carried Zofyan there.
He ran, despite his strength being nearly depleted, straight to the infirmary door, which he burst open with his shoulder, without hesitation.
As soon as he stepped inside, his expression tightened further. The air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood, punctuated by the groans of wounded guards and volunteers, their bodies writhing in pain from countless injuries.
Akram carefully laid Zofyan down on one of the few remaining beds. He then grabbed his bag, which contained the gel tubes he had recovered from the complex. Lerius joined him shortly after, laying Zulfar down on another bed.
