Cindy spoke with quiet confidence, hoping to ease the anxiety she could clearly see written across Hera's face.
Hearing those words, the tightness gripping Hera's chest gradually loosened.
She hadn't even realized she had been holding her breath.
Only after receiving that reassurance did she finally let out a slow, trembling exhale, feeling the crushing weight on her heart lighten, if only by a little.
Then she turned to Luke.
"Luke... could you push my wheelchair a little closer? I want to check on them..." she said softly.
Seeing them with her own eyes might ease the knot of anxiety twisting in her chest, even if only a little.
After all, more than half of the men she loved had already been sent to the hospital. Only Xavier and Luke had managed to avoid that fate so far, and she prayed with everything she had that they would never have to experience it. Even now, three of them were still lying in hospital beds, fighting battles she couldn't fight for them.
