“Drink, Ava.” The little girl didn’t respond, lips twitching into odd configurations as weird sounds struggled to escape her throat. With a sigh, Minji leaned forward, pressing a damp hand to her forehead. The coolness was refreshing against her warm skin. She was weary of listening to the television, but Simone and Arthur were riveted by the news. Casting a hopeful look at the double doors that opened to the examination rooms, offices, and the elevator banks, Minji waited for Jesse to return with news about Jake’s condition. After moving the bodies of the deceased cluttering the hallway, Jesse and Arthur had wheeled Jake into the nearest examination room. It was a relief to know that Jake was now under medical care, but it was difficult waiting to hear about the prognosis on his injuries and recovery. Meanwhile, Bailey played happily with her toys on the soft blanket Minji had spread on the cold marble floor. The baby had finished her bottle, then eaten lukewarm mashed peas and beef.
