Page 130 of Dragon 7

I slid my hand through the small porthole on the side of the incubator. The opening had a soft sleeve that gave around my wrist. The air inside was warmer than the air outside. I rested my fingertips against the side of his tiny body.

The cry stopped before it left him.

He sighed once. His mouth closed. His little brow smoothed.

I told you that I’ve got you. Relax.

I held my hand still.

The other twin shifted, turned his head a fraction toward my fingers, and went quiet too.

Look at you. I see you noticing my hand is in here. You’re so much like your father. So aware even in slumber.

I exhaled.

Both twins had Hiro's face. The shape of his eyes. That small straight nose. The set of the mouth that even in sleep already looked like it was about to say something it shouldn't.

Thank God they look like Hiro. It might have made me feel guilty if they looked like Kiko.

I gave them a sad smile.

Chuckling at whatever new thing Deja had said, the doctor headed over to the incubator. "And now for my tiny patients."

I looked up and pulled my hand out of the incubator. "Are there a lot of injured coming in?"

"Oh yes. The battle has definitely begun." The doctor's smile thinned. "We have set up overflow. Every bed is full. The Red People are opening up areas above to get us more space."

“The Red People?”

“Oh, yes.” She picked up the chart on the incubator’s side and browsed the earlier nurse’s notes. “We don’t really know what to call them. They won’t give us their names and they all wear red with hoods.”

I smiled. “Got it.”

I’m so glad the Silent Ones are helping.

"There’s a lot going on. Gunshot wounds. Blade wounds. Burns. Broken bones. One man came in with shrapnel in his back that the surgeon said should have killed him three times over, but one of the Red People helped with that. And. . .somehow he became better."

My stomach tightened. “Perfect.”

"Still. . .men and women in red hoods continue to carry in more wounded.”

“Any. . .Fangs or Claws?”

“Oh dear.” She shook her head. “I think the whole hospital would go into chaos if any of the top people were injured. You would hear the cries and screams from in here.”

“Okay.” Still, no relief came.

The doctor slid her hands through the incubator’s porthole.

I turned to the guards along the wall. "Any news since the Fox's plane landed?"

The closest one shook his head. "Not yet, Tora."

"Okay."

Hopefully, no news was good news.

It took everything in me not to go over to where they were fighting and find out for myself. The announcement of the Fox being on this island had happened a good thirty minutes ago. Surely there was more news.