Chapter 810

Thaddeus and Jareth raced towards the hospital, hearts pounding in their chests. Bursting through the doors, they skidded to a halt outside a room just as a team of nurses and doctors emerged.

"How's Marilla?" Jareth's face was ghostly white as he clutched the lead doctor by the arm.

"The patient was already frail, and the emotional trauma is taken a toll," the doctor said, wiping sweat from his brow. "She went into shock and needed oxygen to stabilize, but her mental state is precarious."

Jareth's heart felt like it was being shredded to pieces as he pushed the door open and entered the room.

"Ah-ah!"

Marilla was pinned to her hospital bed by Frederic and Dennis, her slender body bristling with tubes, struggling against the restraints like a delicate porcelain doll desperate to break free.

Her eyes were bloodshot, wild, her mouth opening and closing with broken cries, her hands clawing at the air.

"Ms. Marilla! Please, try to calm down, Ms. Marilla!" Dennis tried to hold her down without injuring her, his actions frantic.

"Marilla! Please, sweetheart, don't scare me. Marilla!" Frederic's face was crimson with panic, equally helpless.

Jareth strode to the bedside, his chest heaving. He leaned in to embrace her, but a sharp slap sounded.

Marilla's uncontrolled hand struck his cheek, leaving a stark red mark.

Thaddeus and Dennis froze, asking, "You alright?"

Frederic was stunned into silence, but his daughter's condition left him no room to care for anything else.

"I'm fine."

Jareth replied automatically,

beside the bed and enveloping the frail girl in

arms, ignoring her frenzy, pressing her tight

Marilla's face was as pale as snow, her lips

you're safe." Jareth's voice shook as he tried to

he was at a loss for what

"Li... Lily..."

choked out the name, her voice that of a child speaking for the

he gently said, "Marilla, Lily's gone. But I believe she's still with us, watching

call from Thaddeus. She floored the accelerator of her

in turmoil, she rushed

"Ms. Evadne!"

clear, warm voice

paused, turning

with sweat, laboriously pushing the

the ramp by the hospital's

to reach her quickly, he sped up

the top, the wheelchair jammed on something and started rolling

in alarm, his body tipping dangerously

steadied his back, while

"Watch out."

surprise, meeting her clear eyes, feeling an unprecedented stir in his

it, pushing the man and his

swayed, strands of her hair brushed

gaze deepened, then he frowned and offered

one. Without your help, I might have ended up an

pebble away from the wheelchair wheel, "Your wheel got stuck on a stone, which can be

the nurses and my father, as a little pick-me-up. Alexia went to the supermarket next door, so I was alone when I got Dennis'

rushed here, his face still slick with

been the picture of composure, even in his wheelchair, as

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