Joshua Sulliven and Keira Leaf were placed in the same room, while Jill Gilbert was separately placed next door. All three wore patient gowns, their faces pale. A group of solemn men in black paced back and forth along the hospital corridor, exceptionally vigilant.
Downstairs in the conference room, international experts and professors had been up all night, apparently discussing something fiercely, with various languages intermingling.
By the next day at noon, Jill Gilbert was the first to come around. She went next door in her wheelchair to glance at Keira Leaf and Joshua Sulliven. It seemed that the sudden turn of events had dampened her mood, as she sat at the bedside, gazing with her eyes hung low, silent for a long while.
