Gabriel approached Lucian's bed with the grace of a predator stalking its prey. He was silent and methodical, his keen yellow eyes scanning Lucian's form meticulously.
Gabriel's sharp eyes took in every detail. Lucian, his complexion resembling that of a corpse, lay almost lifeless. Dr. Marcus had certainly not exaggerated when describing Lucian's dire condition.
Lucian's skin had lost the vitality of the living, taking on an eerie bluish-gray hue, which contrasted starkly with the usual pallor of vampires.
Gabriel's gaze trailed down to Lucian's chest, carefully observing the shallow rise and fall of his breaths.
His fingers was pale color and cold to the touch, Gabriel checked Lucian's pulse at his wrist. The beat was weak, but it was there.
Turning his attention to the various monitors and equipment surrounding the bed, Gabriel scrutinized the data and charts with an intensity that left no room for error.
