Draven scrunched his face in bewilderment.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Hmm? I have had this type of case before, and it indeed turned out to be a whole different thing. I will suggest you wait until tomorrow. Look after her and see how she turns out tomorrow. If she doesn't wake up and gets worse than this, please let me know." The doctor turned around to leave.
"Will she be fine?" Draven asked.
The doctor halted and glanced at him with a soft smile. "Maybe. I can't tell for sure. But I think she will be." He turned around and left.
As soon as Santino shut the door, Draven glanced at Avelina. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside her.
At the moment, he wished desperately that she would wake up and at least tell him what had happened to her. He was clueless and did not know what to do, what to think, or how to even figure out what was wrong.
