Time Stands Still

“We can’t find her anywhere,” Xavius said as he entered the infirmary. I had a cold cloth pressed to the side of Dante’s face as I turned to peer at him. “We looked fucking everywhere. Are you sure she said she’s running errands? What exactly in her words did she tell you?” I sighed, positioning the cloth on Dante's forehead before I straightened up and turned to face him. “She said she’s going to stock up on essentials and meds. That’s it. She didn’t say anything else when she left. That’s it.” “Did she take anything with her?” He rubbed his face. “A bag? Maybe?” When I shook my head, he tried, “Anything else that might have stood out?” “Nothing,” I shook my head. “If there was anything that stood…” I fell quiet, hesitating. “What?” he paused, staring at me with a questioning look. “Uh, I don’t know if this is relevant, but…” Did he know? I knew it wasn’t my place to tell him, but what if her life was really in danger? Or what if she left because she was pregnant? I heaved out a heavy