Chapter 90
Chapter 90 A Fall on the Stairs
She glanced aside and pushed the comment out of her mind.
After collecting the Sentinels’ evening meals, she first checked the tray to make sure none held food Marcel disliked.
Only then did she push the heavy dining cart toward the cell blocks.
Once again, she asked Rhys to have the orca lend a hand, and the cart rolled smoothly onto the level ya
The farther she went, the larger the group around her became,
Lyra did not notice at first. When she suddenly turned her head and met several sets of solemn eyes, sh felt equal parts amused and helpless.
It looked as though she were a head of state traveling under threat of assassination.
Still, this was the creatures’ way of showing care. Lyra did not find them a burden, only grateful they cho to stay close and keep her company.
Rook’s meal was carried inside by spirit animals as usual.
When she reached Cell 221, the crow that had stayed out of sight for ages finally appeared.
Lyra brightened and stroked its head gently, then quickly peered into the cell.
What she saw made her heart skip a beat. Felix lay collapsed on the floor, unconscious.
Panic surged through her. She immediately sent the ferret and red fish inside to check on him.
The crow glanced at the two spirit animals, then settled quietly against Lyra’s chest.
Lyra stared down at the bird, far quieter than before, and guilt weighed heavily inside her.
The ferret and red fish circled Felix, nudging him repeatedly, yet he showed no sign of waking.
They emerged and shook their heads at Lyra.
Lyra set the crow down at once and sprinted outside.
Several spirit animals by the ground-floor cell doors watched her hurried pace with confused expressions.
She headed straight for the administrative wing. She searched the halls, but Hadrien was nowhere to be found.
A staff member happened to walk past and noticed her panicked expression. “What’s wrong p>
Lyra rushed forward and tried to explain.
Boren listened, then let out a casual hum.
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“A Sentinel unconscious, huh p>
His tone remained flat, as if there was no urgency at all.
“Most likely elevated contamination levels triggering distress. Nothing to get worked up over p>
He waved a hand, ready to leave. “Come back if he slips into feral transformation p>
Lyra froze. She had not expected such a dismissive response.
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She worked up the courage to catch hold of Boren’s sleeve, begging him to send a medic to examine Felix
Boren’s brows drew tight with irritation.
“Why all the fuss? Don’t you know basic protocol? Contamination buildup is inevitable for Sentinels unles you bring in a Guide to stabilize them p>
He yanked his arm free, leaving only a cold retreating back.
“I’ve got other work to attend to p>
Lyra stood rooted to the spot, a chill settling in her chest.
She wasted no time. Since Hadrien was not here, she raced straight to the medical wing.
She knocked on the door of the examination room where she had undergone her checkup previously.
From how the doctor spoke to Hadrien that day, they should have been fairly familiar.
“Coming p>
The rapid knocking pulled a reply. The doctor rose and opened the door.
“You?” Recognition flickered across his face, mixed with surprise. “What’s going on p>
He saw her urgent expression and pressed for details.
Lyra lifted her hands to mime what had happened, then worried he would fail to understand. She considered writing a note, yet that would take too long.
Without further hesitation, she grabbed his wrist and tugged him out the door.
“Hey p>
The doctor stumbled backward, caught off guard.
She looked slight and fragile, yet she possessed surprising strength.
“Where are you dragging me? Who’s hurt p>
He kept firing questions as they hurried down the corridors.
On the stairs, Lyra rushed too quickly. Her foot slipped, and she tumbled down several steps.
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It happened so abruptly that the doctor could not catch her.
“Are you alright p>
He hurried down to her side.
Lyra pushed herself back up. Her face paled, lips clamped tight before flushing bright red.
She could not speak. When pain struck, she could not cry out like everyone else; she had to endure it silently.
The doctor leaned in, concerned. “Where does it hurt p>
Lyra gritted her teeth, agony plain on her features, tears pooling along her lower lash line.
She staggered to her feet, limping heavily. Her ankle was clearly sprained.
The fall down the stairs had twisted it badly, throbbing so fiercely it was nearly impossible to stand straight.
The doctor moved forward to treat her injury, but Lyra waved him off sharply.
The pain made her flinch from any touch, and her thoughts still lingered on unconscious Felix.
She gestured frantically toward the exit, then pressed her palms together, pleading for him to see the patient first.
Seeing her flushed cheeks and the way she fought to hold her tears back, the doctor could not help but soften.
He frowned. “I understand. You should get this injury looked at, or wait here for me p>
Lyra nodded and pulled out a slip of paper, writing quickly, “Thank you. Cell 221, Building Three p>
She handed over the note along with a cell key.
“Let me help you find somewhere to sit p>
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Lyra shook her head again. She forced herself to stand straighter, signaling she was not as badly injured as she looked.
The doctor studied her, thoughts tangled.
What a strange alien.
“Very well. Don’t push yourself too hard. I’ll return shortly p>
Lyra nodded firmly.
Once he left, she brushed tears from her eyes with her sleeve and limped slowly down the stairs.
The sprained ankle screamed with every light step, as though a wooden spike drove into the bone.
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Other scraped areas burned beneath her clothes.
She rolled up her sleeve and glanced at the raw abrasion, then let the fabric fall back into place. Leaning most of her weight on the handrail, she descended with great difficulty.
When the doctor reached the cellblock, he realized he was alone.
He muttered about the girl’s reckless haste as he poked his head in and glanced at the iron door with its window open.
Instead of entering immediately, he turned to locate the guards.
He would not step inside unescorted to handle a destabilized Sentinel. That would be nothing short of walking into danger.
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