Leclair's expression was tight, his jaw set in a hard line as he stood by Ethan's bedside. The soft hum of the machines monitoring his brother's condition filled the room, a constant reminder of how fragile the situation was. Ethan lay motionless, his breathing steady but unnaturally shallow. The doctors had assured them he wasn't dead, but the lack of response from him felt just as agonizing.
Dr. Rowen cleared his throat, his voice breaking the tense silence. "This isn't death, as we initially feared," he said firmly, his tone steady but laced with urgency. "It's a case of what we call pseudo-death. All of Ethan's vital organs are functioning, his metabolism is stable, and there are no signs of trauma or failure. This means... he will wake up. We just don't know when."
