Lilith suddenly stopped walking.
Her sharp eyes turned toward the crowd of reporters.
"Can't you see she's not alright?" she snapped. Her voice wasn't loud, but it sliced through the noise like a blade. "Are your headlines more important than her health? Back off."
Everyone fell silent for a moment, stunned by her words. The guards immediately stepped in and created a path through the crowd. Lilith didn't wait. She wrapped her arm around Krystal's shoulders and walked her straight to the car.
The drive was quiet.
Krystal didn't speak. She just stared out the window, hands curled into her lap. Her breathing was shallow.
At the hospital, Lilith stayed by her side while the doctors examined her.
After some time, the doctor came out with a reassuring smile.
"She's not physically harmed. Just mild trauma. She needs rest and should avoid any high-stress events for a few days."
Lilith nodded and went back inside.
