Save yourselves!

Hold yourself together. Be bold.

Kieran repeats the mantra in his head, keeping his posture straight as he steps forward.

The sterile scent of the facility clings to the air, cold and artificial, making the hairs on the back of his neck rise.

Adele's sharp gaze pierces through him, her arms crossed, an edge of impatience tightening her posture.

She's waiting for him to speak, to explain the delay, and Kieran knows that if he says too much... if his words don't match the mannerisms of the doctor he's impersonating... she will notice.

And if she realizes he's not Andrew, everything will fall apart.

He forces his expression into one of mild exhaustion, as if dealing with an unruly patient has drained him. His voice is calm, neutral.

"She woke up on the way," he says, adjusting Blake's weight in his arms. "It was terrible. We had to find ways to help her calm the pain."