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

ignoring her frenzy, pressing her tight against

pale as snow, her lips cracked from crying

it's okay. I'm here, you're safe." Jareth's voice shook as

words, he was at a loss

"Li... Lily..."

voice that of a child

her, his throat tightening as he gently said, "Marilla, Lily's gone. But I believe she's still with us, watching over

the accelerator of her sports car, speeding like a red lightning bolt to

mind in turmoil, she

"Ms. Evadne!"

warm voice came from behind

paused, turning

face beaded with

ramp by the

he sped up the rotation of the

a step away from the top, the wheelchair

eyes narrowed in alarm, his body tipping

warm force steadied his back, while another

"Watch out."

clear eyes, feeling an unprecedented stir

her strength into it, pushing

swayed, strands of her hair brushed across

he frowned

you one. Without your help, I might have

said, her brow lowered as she kicked a pebble away from the wheelchair wheel, "Your wheel got stuck on a stone,

abroad soon and wanted to see my little sister before I go. I was waiting at the café next to the hospital to buy some coffee for the nurses and my father, as a little pick-me-up. Alexia went to the supermarket next door, so I was alone

his face still slick with sweat, breath

been the picture of composure, even in his

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