Galilea, nestled against his chest, looked ashen. Tears welled in her eyes, her breaths shallow. "Tyrone, it hurts."

"Don't speak. We need to get you to the hospital." Tyrone scooped Galilea up, shooting Sabrina a glance on the stairs before exiting the scene.

Unseen by Tyrone, Galilea smirked, whispering silently, "I've won."

As Sabrina watched Tyrone's receding figure, a pang of sadness hit her.

She descended the stairs with indifference.