Winston and Morgana both went rigid with shock.
Benedict kept screaming, "Get the cops here. Someone call the police right now."
"I will." Morgana bobbed her head frantically.
Being a doctor, Benedict didn't need anyone to spell out his condition. He could assess the damage himself. Permanent disability seemed inevitable, and accepting that harsh reality proved impossible in those first moments.
"Dad, Mom, who'd want to do this to me?" Benedict's voice cracked. "I just came back. I haven't crossed anyone."
Morgana grabbed his hand desperately. "Benedict, stop torturing yourself with questions. You're going to pull through this.
"Just focus on getting better. Surgery's only a few days away."
Benedict fell silent after that. Morgana continued murmuring reassurances, her voice gentle and soothing.
But from where no one else could see, a vicious gleam flickered across her features.
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Amara's POV
