Chapter 81-Pack Traditions

We walk down the short hallway to the next room, and Doctor Andrews stops at the window, looking into Philip’s room.

“He’s been under light sedation since he’s been here,” he explains, folding his arms with a sigh. “From what I can tell from the few sessions I’ve been able to have with him, he and Jack seemed to have been in captivity the longest. Their bodies tell a gruesome story of their torture, and I’m not sure they will ever fully recover,” he says sadly.

I place my hand on the window, my heart breaking for what these young men have gone through. As if sensing our presence, Philip’s eyes open, and he slowly looks towards the window. His complexion is pale, and the pain in his eyes breaks my heart even further.

“Do you think we’re equipped to handle their recovery, Doctor Andrews? I don’t want their progress hindered because we’re unprepared.”

“I had considered sending them to one of our facilities. But under the circumstances, I felt they’d be safer here,” he explains.

I sigh.