Chapter 48: Not guilt nor anger
Chapter 48
Karla didn’t wake up during the entire transport.
She lay motionless on the stretcher, the medics barking numbers and pushing tubes into her arms. Ronan walked beside them like a silent shadow, his hands still stained with her blood. He hadn’t said a word since they left the lab, and no one had dared speak to him.
The moment they reached the Med Wing, he was stopped by a wall of security personnel.
"That’s far enough," one of them said, firm but not unkind.
Ronan didn’t resist. He just stood there, watching as they wheeled her through the double doors and out of sight.
He exhaled quietly, leaning against the wall. He didn’t even know what to feel at the moment, who to vent at, or what to fucking say.
"Ronan." He heard a familiar voice call. He turned to find Jordan standing there, looking nothing different from the last time the spoke. Ronan remained leaning against the wall, clearly not interested in speaking to anyone at the moment because of how messed up his mind felt.
"Hey." He just replied quietly before turning to face front and close his eyes.
Jordan’s brow furrowed for a moment, then he smirked in amusement, "already giving me the cold shoulder huh? I was once you captain you brat."
Ronan let out a tired breath, eyes still shut. "Yeah. I’m sorry but I’m really not in the mood."