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The Deltas were swift, carrying Knox, Ky, and Gerald back to the house as Cassy and I trailed behind in a daze. My heart was in my throat, panic clawing at me with every step they took. The chaos at the tower had left us all reeling, and the sight of them—hurt and barely conscious—sent me spiraling into despair.

Back at the house, the healers immediately took over, bustling around with medical supplies as they attended to each of them. Ky, despite his own pain, noticed my distress. With considerable effort, given his dislocated shoulder, he pulled me down into the bed beside him and wrapped his arms around me. His embrace was tight, desperate almost, as he tried to offer comfort. The pain was etched on his face, a grimace every time he moved, but he held me close, his grip firm and reassuring.

Meanwhile, Knox's situation escalated quickly. He regained consciousness with a jolt, his screams piercing the tense silence of the room. The healers, prepared for such a reaction, restrained