[Collins Mansion]
Rachael was sitting beside Joshua since morning.
She sat in the chair beside his bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as she watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. The machines beside him continued to beep softly, reminding her that he was still there, still fighting.
Just then the door opened and Max walked into the room with his medical bag in hand. He glanced at Joshua first before checking the monitors and then examining his pulse.
After a few moments, he straightened.
"His vitals are stable," he said gently.
Rachael immediately looked at him. "Then why hasn't he woken up?"
Max paused for a moment before meeting her eyes.
"He lost too much blood, his body has been through a lot." He gave her a reassuring smile, though there was concern hidden behind it. "But his vitals are stable and that's what matters right now. Let's not lose hope yet."
Rachael looked back at Joshua, her eyes filling with worry.
"He will wake up, right?" she asked.
