Lana hurried into the room with brisk steps, her worried expression softening the moment her eyes landed on Marlon. Without hesitation, she rushed to his side, her voice firm yet kind as she gestured toward the nurse waiting just outside the door.
"Who I want you to treat," she declared, pointing directly at Marlon, "is this pretty girl right here. She was injured at the same time as my son, and she has not been properly treated yet."
The nurse, obedient and professional, nodded at once and stepped closer.
Marlon's eyes widened. A strange sense of panic shot through him as Lana's words sank in. He felt sweat bead at the back of his neck beneath the wig and makeup that masked his identity. When Lana leaned closer, urging him, "Quick, open your clothes and show the nurse your wound," his heart nearly stopped.
He froze on the spot, staring like a trapped animal. His gaze instinctively flickered toward Axel, silently begging for rescue.
