Chapter 37 Vines Of Poison Ivy

• Doctor Frank Visconti, a tall man with blond hair and glasses, looked like he hadn't slept in days. His shirt was only half tucked, and almost a week’s worth of stubble darkened his face. But as soon as his eyes landed on Victoria, his exhaustion momentarily lifted, replaced by relief.
• "Vic! You made it. I was worried you wouldn’t make it.”
• "I'm sorry, we were out of the city, so it took some time. These are Terry and Fred, the patient’s current guardians…” The doctor nodded in acknowledgment before turning to Luna. “…and this is the patient I told you about.”