Kairos' boots echoed through the dim halls, each step filled with urgency as he rushed Mirel to the infirmary. With a burst of Integration flowing through his veins, his speed far surpassed that of any normal human. The halls blurred past him as he shouted out the names of corridors in his mind, making sharp turns with expert precision, holding her frail body close.
He didn't stop. Not until he reached the infirmary.
And finally, he did.
The metal doors slid open with a hiss, revealing a surprising sight. Nurse Silver—usually alert and unyielding—was asleep at her desk, her head resting lightly against her folded arms. She must have been exhausted. It was, after all, a long night. But there was no time to dwell on that.
Kairos hurried over to one of the beds, gently but swiftly laying Mirel down. Her breathing was shallow, and blood still trickled from the gash across her side. His fingers trembled. He couldn't lose her. Not like this. Not now.
