As Scarlett stepped out of the room, Rachel returned with a wheelchair, her brow furrowed with a mix of confusion and concern. She pushed the chair toward us, her eyes flicking between Nathalie and me as she spoke, her voice low and hesitant.
"Is there something going on outside?" she asked, her fingers tightening slightly on the wheelchair's handles.
"I heard rumors… that men were being sent out of the fortress. Some male patients were taken away from the hospital earlier, too." Her gaze searched our faces, a flicker of unease in her eyes. "Do you guys know anything about it?"
I was taken aback for a moment. It hadn't occurred to me that they might be completely unaware of what was happening. But then it made sense—the hospital was tucked away at the back of the fortress, almost isolated.
The staff likely lived in the dormitories adjacent to the hospital, cut off from the rest of the compound. They probably hadn't seen anything.
