I concentrated on cleaning Hansel while Mina and Andrew paced behind me, phones in hand, calling different names and reaching out to contacts, but every response seemed to be a dead end.
By the end of the call session, Mina was practically hyperventilating. She had tears rolling down her cheek nonstop and had occasionally shouted and cursed out in Gaelic on some of the calls she'd been on.
For some reason, I couldn't understand the urgency of the situation. It wasn't that Hansel was getting any better, but he didn't look like he was going to die anytime, as Doctor Morgan had said.
Suddenly, Doctor Morgan turned to them, pointing at me and said. "Let her go."
Both Andrew and Mina stopped what they were doing to turn and look at me before turning to stare at the doctor, as if he'd just suggested sending a toddler. Even I was shocked, pausing mid-wipe across Hansel's burning shoulder.
"What?" Mina screeched. "Are you insane?"
