Henry followed by Garcia was walking fast through the hallways of the hospital where Cynthia had just given birth, meanwhile, baby Treasure slept soundly in Henry's arms.
He wished he had wings on the long way back to where Cynthia was surely suffering as she waited, especially after hearing about her seemingly weak state of mind from Garcia. The ex husband's heart was pounding painfully in his chest and he could feel his blood rushing behind his ears, preparing himself to see the woman he loved in a pitiful shape yet again. 'I was able to protect you this time,' he kept repeating that to himself, it was the only condolence he was able to offer to his tortured spirits. That it was one of those hard times when he was able to shelter Cynthia from the storm.
