The ER entrance was crowded with worried faces, but one stood out the most.
"Auntie!" Ike ran up and clung to my legs, his eyes wide with concern. "I saw the bad guys take you. I was so scared."
"But Uncle Jake was awesome! He saved you, but he got hurt."
His voice trembled, revealing a vulnerability I hadn't anticipated. It hit me then, the gravity of the situation and the role I played in it.
"You should be in bed, kiddo," I tried to lighten the mood.
Edith, always the voice of reason, explained on his behalf, "He tried, but he was too worried about you. He woke up and insisted on coming here."
I ruffled Ike's hair affectionately, "You're such a brave boy."
Christine gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze, signaling her intent to step away. "I'll make a few calls for work."
"At this hour? Is something going on at the office?" I asked, concerned.
She waved it off, "Nothing I can't handle. Don't you worry about that."
Christine made me promise to call her if I needed anything before she moved off to a quieter spot.
"Thanks, Mr. Abdul. I'll remember what you said," I managed, feeling the weight of his advice.
After ensuring Gregory was stable, Dr. Andrews excused himself, leaving us to process the night's events.
"I'm starving," I finally said, breaking the tension. Christine, ever the practical one, immediately set off to find food, accompanied by Dailey.
"Jane, you should try to get some rest. I'll keep watch," Lucius offered, his concern evident despite the casual tone.
I glanced at Gregory, then back at Lucius, "There's something I need you to do for me."
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