Immediately, she dashed towards him and clutched his arm, saying in a shaky voice, “Damon.”

Damon raised his head.

"Blair, calm down. Wesley's in the operating room."

"O-operating room" she stammered, holding back her tears.

“Where's that?"

“I'LL take you there." Damon led Blair to the operating room where Wesley was. The doors were closed and the red Light was still on.

Blair waited at the door, seeing some nurses rush in and out, bearing more blood bags.

Damon told her, "Wesley and Carlos are both gravely injured. I already called Niles. But I won't tell Grandpa Keith or his parents right now.

We don't know anything yet."

Blair nodded.

“He'll...pull it through, right? He'll be...fine?" She found it hard to finish a full sentence.

Unlike his usual playful self, Damon now looked very serious when he spoke.

“You know it's serious when they're in surgery. But they've been in worse scrapes. They'll be fine," he said firmly.

His assurance lifted Blair's mood a little.

Wesley's men were wounded too. At first, a few soldiers with minor injuries stood guard outside the doors, but Adalson ordered them to leave and get their wounds tended to.

When Niles arrived, he saw Blair sitting down, face ghastly pale.

Adalson sat beside her, speaking words of comfort.

“Hey, Uncle Adalson. How's my brother?" Niles was still in his white doctor's gown. He was getting practical training at another hospital when Damon called. He didn't even take the time to change his clothes and hurried there. The young doctor wore a solemn look on his pale face.

Adalson tried to calm down the young.

“Be patient. He's still in surgery."

“How Long has he been in there?"

“More than two hours. Adalson sighed.

Niles stayed quiet. He waited there with them, but he'd never been known to be patient.

Blair had sat so long, her legs were numb. But Wesley was still in surgery.

In the middle of the surgery, a doctor emerged from the OR, and asked