"What's wrong, Alexis?" I asked as the man crumpled to the ground, Yale looking at him apologetically.
"He … he told them to save the baby," Yale said, breathing in and out to keep herself calm. "Wendy breathed her last a minute ago."
"So she really is dead," I said, furrowing my brows at the grief-stricken man. "What about the baby?"
"In an incubation. It is still too small and the doctors are not sure if the baby will live." Yale said, sighing. "Zion. I'm … hungry."
"I know," I said, patting her head. "Let's go somewhere to eat, with Alexis ok?"
"Ok."
Turning to the doctors that came out of the operating room, wheeling the body of Wendy back to the room in clothes full of blood.
I asked, "We are with her. Is it alright if we step out a minute? Just to get a breath of fresh air?"
"I suppose that is fine." The doctor said, looking at the distraught man sitting on the ground. "Let the nurses clean her up first too."
"Is the baby … stable?"
"They are, for now."
