A Rat

Kwin injected a clear liquid into Lillian's veins to stabilize her blood pressure. Her hands were cold and clammy so he told the maids to bring in more blankets for her and to dress her in warm clothes. Her hand was attached to a saline bag and her breathing was finally normal. Once he was sure that she was stabilized, he let out a sigh of relief and went outside the room where Lucas was waiting.

Lucas sat on an ottoman, his dark eyes staring into nothing. He was calm but the aura around him was dangerous as if he was treading on between controlling himself and going berserk. Even Thomas was apprehensive as he studied his boss. His one hand was on his gun while his eyes were completely focused on Lucas. 

"She's safe and out of danger," Kwin declared. He had expected Lucas to be relieved or at least nod but the man remained still.

"Doctor, was the mistress hurt anywhere?" Thomas asked. "After all, there was a shootout-"