"Is something wrong with Aldrin?" Camila asked, sensing the urgency.

"No, it's Morrison," Laura gasped. "Mila, there's no time. Hurry!"

"Are you in labor?"

"Yes," Laura choked out. “Morrison got shot. They say... the bullet's near his heart. I can't let him die..."

Camila couldn't bring herself to confess she was out of the country.

Instead, she soothed, "Okay, I'm on my way."

Hanging up, she dialed Alick.

His news was grim. It would take over ten hours to return.

It was too long. Morrison wouldn't have that time.

Next, Camila called Hyman. Thankfully, he picked up quickly.

"Ms. Haynes..."

“Hyman, listen closely," she interrupted him, urgency in her voice.

“Find Jovanni and send him to a hospital in Starhaven immediately. I'll text the address."

Camila hadn't appointed Jovanni as the hospital's director on a whim.

His impressive resume, particularly his work in cardiac surgery, spoke for itself.

Hyman, ever reliable, simply replied, “Consider it done."

“Thank you."

She hung up and immediately called Laura. This time Colin answered.

"Hello."

Camila could hear Laura's muffled gasps in the background. She knew Laura was restraining herself.