The clock above the nurses' station ticked.
Geron checked it for the fourth time and pressed his thumb hard into the seam of his uniform sleeve. He didn't have much time left, and so he was having all sorts of thoughts.
Should he just bail out and accept the corporal punishment? He thought, biting his lips hard. After all, it was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.
Geron looked at the twin moons of Xylos.
Even if he left for the Seaside Estate now, it's still a race against time. It was possible that he would arrive at dawn even if he had already prepared the troop outside.
Based on the sounds that he had heard over the call, there was no way for him to know whether Thiago and his friends would be able to survive for that long.
"Damn it!" He cursed under his breath.
Suddenly, he heard a pair of footsteps take a turn from the corridor.
