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

her frenzy, pressing her

pale as snow, her lips

safe." Jareth's voice shook

he was at a

"Li... Lily..."

her voice

"Marilla, Lily's gone. But I believe she's still with us, watching over from

Thaddeus. She floored the accelerator of her sports car,

mind in turmoil, she rushed

"Ms. Evadne!"

warm voice came from

turning to

beaded with sweat, laboriously pushing the wheels

wheelchair up the ramp by the hospital's

aiming to reach her quickly, he sped

top, the

in alarm,

force steadied his back, while another hand gripped

"Watch out."

looked up in surprise, meeting her clear eyes,

it, pushing

strands of her hair brushed across

deepened, then he frowned and offered a rueful

you one. Without your help, I might

"Your wheel got stuck on a stone, which can

the nurses and my father, as a little pick-me-up. Alexia went

his face still slick with sweat,

the picture of composure, even in his wheelchair, as regal as a

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