The Seventh Legion.
Ethan Cross knew the gravity of the situation. He had acted swiftly, gathering reinforcements and using Cillian Forrest's warship to return at top speed.
The medical bay was packed with people. All sorts of equipment was being moved in, and every procedure was carried out in an orderly fashion. The Medical Masters' hands never stopped moving for a single moment.
An immense silence filled the medical bay. Everyone stood with grave expressions, watching the scene unfold as they awaited the final result.
Finally, a Medical Master looked up from a pile of diagnostic data and walked over to Cillian Forrest.
"Marshal."
"Speak." Cillian Forrest's eyes were dark, but his voice was steady.
"Miss Wexler is fine." The Medical Master announced the verdict under everyone's watchful gaze.
"Fine? How can she be fine? If she were fine, she wouldn't still be unconscious with abnormal vital signs." Felix York was worried, his words tinged with urgency.
