"Hailey?" Ryan called out my name from behind.
Only when the heart monitor beside Edward on the hospital bed told me that things hadn't yet reached the worst possible outcome did I realize I had been holding my breath. "I'm fine."
It wasn't a lie. I found it hard to believe it. Ever since I saw Edward, my heart had been constantly shrouded in fear, but my professional knowledge still managed to call back my rationality.
That was right. No matter how anxious I was, I must remain calm. If I couldn't hold up the entire family and protect Edward's life at this critical moment, what had I really learned in my twenty-eight years of life?
I sat beside Edward's hospital bed, holding his hand.
"I assume you've already taken anti-heart failure measures for Mr. Edward?" I asked Ryan.