Lila's POV

The storage room is cramped and smells like disinfectant, but it's close enough to the medical wing that I can hear voices in the hallways. I crack the door open just enough to peer out, my phone ready to record whatever I might see.

'There. Logan and Lucas heading toward the exit with someone wrapped in blankets.'

I can't see who it is from this angle, but the way they're moving - careful, protective, like they're carrying something ...