The group turned to see Dr. Harvey frozen in place a couple steps behind them. The knuckles on the hand holding his medical bag were stark white, his ashen face twisted and in expression of disbelief and fear, once focused eyes now stared unseeing towards the ground. No one had ever seen Dr. Harvey like this before and it scared them to see the best doctor like this, but only one of them dared to approach him. Tentatively, Martha edged her way towards him, stopping only when his vacant eyes shifted from the ground to her. She looked into his eyes and was immediately engulfed by the fear and dread twisting like a maelstrom within, pulling her deeper into their swirling abyss, suffocating her until she found herself unable to speak. They stood like this until the sudden cry of a child in a nearby tent broke her out of her trance. Slowly, she was able to choke out her words. "I-I thought you s-said you didn't have a-a child Dr. Comte?" A gasp was heard from within the group behind her. "If only..." Dr. Comte began before the rest of his sentence was drowned out as the child's anguished cries began anew.

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