Charles quickly approached, unfurling a rain cover to shield her from the pelting rain. With no time to waste, the two worked in silent harmony, helping Sherilyn onto the helicopter. The cabin door shut firmly behind them.
"Mr. Gilbert, I'll take the controls."
"Alright."
Gilbert had piloted the helicopter on their way here, but now, with Sherilyn in his arms, he was occupied.
As the helicopter took off again, heading back to the city, Gilbert looked down at Sherilyn and softly moved a damp strand of hair from her forehead, whispering, "We'll be at the hospital soon."
The stormy night rendered even the emergency room's usually bustling halls eerily silent. Suddenly, the automatic doors swung open.
"Doctor! Quick!"
"Nurse!"
"Right here!"
"Rush her to the ER! Call the doctor!"
...
Meanwhile, Edgar was stuck in traffic. Despite his pleas, the traffic cop wouldn’t budge. He was on the phone, pulling strings, trying to find a way through. Worried sick about Sherilyn, he couldn’t just wait. Since she had blocked his number, he used a different one to call her.
After a brief ring, the call connected.
"Sherilyn!" Edgar’s voice was tight with concern. "How are you? Is it bad? Have you..."
"Um..."
However, it was a stranger's voice that replied. It was Rebecca, puzzled by the unfamiliar number. "Are you a friend of Sherilyn's? She left her phone here in her room."
"And where is she?"
"She’s been taken to the hospital..."
Rebecca remembered. "She was rushed to Ironforge General."
Right?
"Thank you!"
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