"He's stable," the doctor said, his voice gentle but firm.
Eliza let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
The doctor's words felt like a lifeline, a fragile thread of hope that she desperately clung to. "He's stable, and he should be awake within an hour," the doctor repeated, his voice gentle but firm.
Eliza's eyes were fixed on Vaughn's face, still pale and bruised but alive. The beeping of the heart monitor seemed to take on a more reassuring rhythm, as if echoing the words that Vaughn was going to wake up, that he was still with her.
"Thank you, Doctor," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. The doctor gave her a small nod, his expression softening as he glanced at Vaughn one last time before leaving the room.
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Eliza alone with Vaughn once more.
