"Gabe?" Autumn's voice trembled as she looked at the tense faces of Ian and Demon. The silence that followed was deafening, each second stretching her anxiety to its limits.
"Please, tell me!" Her desperation was palpable, her eyes pleading for any kind of reassurance.
Finally, Ian broke the silence, his voice carrying a note of sympathy. "How are you holding up, Autumn?"
"I'm doing as well as I can be, Ian," she replied, trying to steady her voice. "But please, just tell me—how is Gabe?"
Ian's face darkened with concern. "There's swelling on his brain. During transport, there was a minor accident that caused the swelling to increase. He's currently in the Critical Intensive Care Unit. We won't have a clearer picture of his condition for at least the next twenty-four hours."