Rocky's heart raced, his pulse thrumming in his ears as the doctor's words echoed in his mind.
'She's alive. Ava's alive!' That was all that mattered. He'd heard those words, and it was as if a weight had been lifted from his chest. His breathing unconsciously became lighter. His hands, once trembling with panic, now hung limp at his sides.
This was the best news he'd ever received in his life. Ava was alive! They could figure out the rest later! Rocky could vaguely feel someone hugging him and excited voices around him, but he was numb, especially when the doctor's next words hit him like a cold wave. "She is comatose."
The air in the hallway seemed to thicken. Rocky's joy faltered as the weight of reality crashed back into him.
'Comatose!'