The medical women stayed in the room to guide Althea through her birth, while the rest waited in the lobby restlessly.
Oslo was walking back and forth outside of the room, Harold's feet were continuously tapping, while Eugene was scratching his scalp too often…
It was hard to watch. With a sigh, Mathilda spoke up. "Althea is a strong woman. She'll be fine."
"Will she be really okay?"
"Premature birth at this place—"
Everyone paled at the unspoken thoughts and they all looked at the locked door with eyes filled with concern.
Although they were outsiders, Helios couldn't help but add. "A few days ago, I was on the verge of dying. My wounds were bleeding nonstop, some of my innards could be seen." They stared at him, as if wanting to see his point. "I upgraded, and now I'm fine."
The team stared at him, wondering what he was blabbering on about.
