The rhythmic beeping of the cardiac monitor echoed through the room, amplifying the unsettling atmosphere for everyone present. The sharp scent of disinfectant hung in the air, causing an uneasy flutter in their hearts. An IV needle was inserted into Alex’s vein, delivering the fluids his body desperately needed.
“Just rest, Revilla. He’s going to be fine,” Braylon reassured her, patting her shoulder gently. “Didn’t you hear the doctor? He’ll wake up in a few hours.”
Revilla sat quietly beside Alex, holding his hand with care, her thumb brushing over his knuckles. She hadn't let go since they brought him here.