It was past two in the morning.
The hospital lights had dimmed to a tired glow, casting long reflections on the polished floor. The night shift murmured quietly in the distance, and the silence that followed the chaos earlier still lingered — heavy and uneasy.
Arora hadn't slept.
She sat in her car for nearly an hour after the incident, replaying the woman's words again and again. I'm pregnant with your baby. The way Kelvin's face had gone blank, the way Jennie vanished, the way the entire night refused to make sense.
At 2 a.m., she couldn't take it anymore.
Something in her gut told her to go back inside.
When she entered the hospital, the corridors felt colder than before — sterile, echoing, lifeless. Her steps quickened as she made her way to Kelvin's office room.
She pushed open the door — and froze.
Kelvin was lying unconscious on the bed, his face pale, his breathing uneven. The nurse beside him adjusted an IV drip, her expression calm. Too calm.
"What happened?" Arora demanded, moving closer.
The nurse looked up, unbothered. "Doc Kelvin is now in a stage where he can't come out of his past memories."
Arora's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean? Why can't he come out of them? What exactly happened?"
"He's been facing this trauma for the past six months," the nurse explained quietly. "He often falls unconscious because of it… but the situation changed when Doc Jennie came."
Arora stiffened. "What does Doc Jennie have to do with his illness?"
"We couldn't find the reason," the nurse admitted. "But whenever Doc Kelvin faces this episode, we call for her. He only responds to her voice."
Arora's jaw tightened. Something is very wrong with that woman.
Before she could ask more, Jack burst into the room, panting.
"Baby! Baby!"
Arora snapped, "What is it now?"
Jack pointed toward the bed. "He's saying something… in his sleep!"
Arora stepped closer. "Wait—let me see."
Kelvin's lips moved faintly, his voice cracked and fragile.
"Je…nnie… please… don't leave me…"
Arora froze, staring.
"Please… I'll… do anything… to save… her…" he whispered again, lost in his own memories.
The nurse spoke softly. "He always says these same words whenever he falls unconscious."
Arora said nothing. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic beep of the monitor and Kelvin's uneven breathing. Her eyes hardened.
This wasn't just trauma — it was a pattern. And Jennie was at the center of it.
Before she could speak, her phone rang sharply, breaking the stillness.
"Leader!" Miso's urgent voice came through.
"I found something!"
Arora's tone was cold but controlled. "What is it?"
"I'll tell you when we meet. It's not safe to say it here."
Arora exhaled slowly. "Fine. Contact Edwin and regroup later."
Just then, another call buzzed through — Edwin this time.
"Leader! Leader!"
Arora pressed her temple, patience thinning. "What is it, Edwin? Why are you shouting at this hour?"
"I'm sorry, Leader," he said quickly. "It's about the task you gave me. I… I found something big. Really big."
Arora's eyes sharpened. "How big?"
"The kind that'll change everything we thought we knew," he said.
A pause. Then, calmly, she replied, "Alright. We'll meet at headquarters in the morning. Don't let anyone else know for now."
She hung up and looked at Kelvin once more — still trapped between reality and memory. The faint light of dawn was beginning to filter through the blinds, washing the room in pale gold.
Arora whispered under her breath,
"Whatever this is, Jennie… you're right at the center of it."
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To be continued…