Olivia's walls of rationality crumbled. Her babies were her last straw.

A pang of despair twinged her as much as she had looked forward to their birth.

Tears and blood dripped onto the floor.

Kneeling on the bed, she clawed at her hair. "Ethan, you shouldn't have saved me. It's too painful to stay alive!"

She couldn't figure out the meaning of her living.

Her existence itself was a bad omen; she would only bring misfortune to the people around her.

Ethan hugged Olivia again. "Do you know why I saved you? Fine, I'll tell you why now."

He crouched to slip socks and shoes to her feet before carrying her.

"Where are you bringing me to?"

"You'll find out soon."

He carried her to one of the patient rooms that consisted of three compartments.

The patients in the room were bandaged. Some of them were wearing casts, too!

Cyril, whose leg was shot, was hopping in their direction while supporting himself with a crutch. It seemed like he wanted to head to the restroom.

He greeted