As the temperature dropped and the wind picked up, carrying small droplets of rain with it, Irama went straight to the waiting helicopter, intending to send Hirvan to the hospital, however, the pilot, with a panicked expression, came running to them.
"Sir, it was announced that a huge typhoon will hit here any minute. All the aircraft had been grounded. We can't take off."
Irama cursed under his breath, a mixture of concern and frustration flashed across his face.
"Damn it. Of all the times…"
He turned his head toward his assistant.
"Book a room in a nearby hotel, and find a doctor as soon as possible."
The assistants nodded and ran off.
The sporadic rain turned into a downpour, and a loud rumble echoed around them.
Hirvan flinched at the sound and tightened his hold on Irama, drawing Irama's attention back to himself.
