The hospital doors burst open as Nix stormed in with Elisa cradled carefully in his arms, her soft groans of pain slicing through the sterile air. Tom trailed close behind, his face pale but his voice loud and commanding. "Hey! We need help here.. now!" he barked, his tone sharp enough to draw every pair of eyes in the reception toward them. "She's in labor! Somebody get a doctor!"
Almost instantly, a nurse leapt from behind the counter, signaling for a stretcher as two orderlies rushed forward. Nix's grip tightened briefly before he reluctantly let them take Elisa from his arms, his eyes following her as they wheeled her down the corridor. The world seemed to narrow for a moment, the smell of antiseptic, the echo of hurried footsteps, and the distant wail of a monitor brought back a nostalgic feeling.
