The chaos in the health centre's ward settled as the police arrived. Dr Carter, still unconscious from the sedative, was carted away on a stretcher, his protests silenced by the drug Elias had administered. The senior doctor took charge, directing the police to gather statements from the patients and staff. Elias stood off to the side, his heart still racing from the confrontation, his white coat feeling too heavy on his shoulders. The air was thick with tension, the patients' murmurs mixing with the crackle of police radios.
Dr Harris approached Elias, her expression a mix of concern and admiration.
"I'm so sorry, Elias," she said, her voice low. "I had no idea Dr Carter was like that. Are you okay?"
Elias nodded, forcing a small smile. "It's not your fault, professor" he said, his voice steady despite the unease churning in his stomach. "I'm fine. Really."
