Chapter 52 The Consequences

Matthew trembled as he held Clara close, grabbing a coat from David to drape over her head before dashing out into the rain. "Clara, we're almost there. Hang in there," he urged, his voice quivering amidst the patter of heavy raindrops. David, trailing close behind, noticed the anxiety etched on Matthew's face and felt a pang of reflection. Indeed, one only realized the value of someone when they were on the verge of losing them. "Mr. Garcia!" "Mr. Garcia!" Christian and Quentin arrived with umbrellas, immediately spotting Clara, pale and cradled in Matthew's arms. "She's running a fever, and her knee wound is infected. We need to treat her right away." Matthew gritted out, prioritizing speed as he rushed into the tent and laid her on a cot. Christian acted swiftly, cleaning the knee wound of debris soaked in rainwater. "She needs antibiotics." Quentin, equally urgent, took her temperature. "She's running a high fever. Start an IV." Matthew stood nearby, his gaze locked on C