He stared through the small glass panel of the door.
She was surrounded by monitors, tubes, and wiring. Heart rate, blood pressure, IV fluids, and blood.
Axel felt a painful grip on his heart.
He wanted to run to her side, but he found himself frozen. His hand gripped the door handle as he looked in on her.
The doctor had told him that she had lost a lot of blood, a dangerous amount. Placing the armor on her had likely saved her life, but her natural healing was not working as it should. He theorized that she was too close to death and her body needed a boost to begin the natural process.
But if he was wrong, if her healing didn’t start soon, there was still a chance she would not wake up again.
“That one, Stefan,” Caleb whispered, “he has been particularly concerned about her.”
Axel followed Caleb’s gaze.
