Noah pushed the connecting door open and strode to his lover. Her breathing was laboured, even with the oxygen mask. Doctor Stewart checked her pulse before shouting instructions at his team of doctors and proceeded to administer an injection into the IV drip.
He waited for a while and when Ivy's breathing finally slowed down, Doctor Stewart breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his brow.
"Doctor Stewart," Noah uttered, his eyes never left his lover, "take care of Ivy please."
The elderly doctor bowed. "She is in for a rough night but the team and I will be here to monitor her until she pulls through."
Noah didn't think he could stand there without destroying something, he walked out of the room hurriedly. He had never been this furious. True, there were many times when Ivy was hurt but not once he had seen his lover so vulnerable. If Ivy had reached the hospital a minute later, he was positive his angel would die.
