After a grueling sixteen-hour flight from London to the hospital where Norris Moore was staying,
Sophia waited at the entrance for Trenton Smith, who had rushed over, disheveled from the trip. The man had gone the entire night without sleep, his expression grave and frigid, clad in a long black trench coat that made him seem like a cold sword wrapped in chill air, his sharpness deterring anyone from getting close.
"Where is Norris?"
"She just entered the operating room five hours ago." Sophia followed behind Trenton Smith as they walked in, answering while they moved, "It took ten hours to get out of the mountains, there was a bit of a delay, but the doctors have been with her the whole time, should be no issue…" She trailed off, her voice growing softer—she wasn't medical staff and couldn't clarify if the delay impacted Norris's condition.
