Promises and Provocations
Sam's Point of View
Bella stirred slightly, murmuring something unintelligible before drifting back into sleep. Her face was pale, her breaths soft but steady. I sat by her side, watching her with a mixture of relief and guilt. Relief that she was alive and safe, but guilt that I hadn't been there to protect her when it mattered the most.
As she settled deeper into sleep, I quietly stood and slipped out of the room. I needed answers.
The doctor was reviewing some files when I found him in his office. He looked up, his expression neutral but professional.
"Mr. Asher," he greeted. "How can I help you?"
"How is she really?" I asked, skipping any pleasantries.
The doctor removed his glasses and sighed. "Mrs. Asher's condition isn't life-threatening, but it's concerning. She's experiencing what we call vasovagal syncope."
I frowned. "What does that mean?"
