The door slammed shut behind and Loren went back, bent over Jasmine's body.
He cleared the area and looked down on her, his hands already trembling.
"Hand me a pair of scissors," Loren said, voice clipped.
Ned picked one from the equipment bag and handed it over without a word.
Loren neatly, but hastily, cut open her dress, slicing through the fabric with clean precision. Ned helped him peel it off her body until the entire material was gone and discarded to the side.
"Oh, Jasmine…" Nanny Nia whispered from behind, her hand trembling over her lips.
Loren bent down, checked her pulse again, then leaned in to listen for breathing.
His brows furrowed. Her breathing was shallow. Too shallow.
"Is she fine?" Nanny Nia asked, her voice cracking.
"I'll do my best to keep her stable," Loren said, already moving. "But this is complicated. The child might need an operation."
"Operation?" Nanny Nia blinked rapidly. "But she's not—"
