The steady rhythm of Charles's heartbeat returned, but his eyes remained closed.
"He's going to be alright," the doctor said softly, though his voice carried a cautious weight. "All he needs now is to regain consciousness."
Augustine stood frozen, his gaze locked on Charles as the nurses ran more checkups on him.
A needle slid into Charles's vein, attaching him to a drip and an oxygen mask was carefully fitted over his face, the steady hiss of air filling the room.
After a final round of checks, the doctor gave a slight bow, wordlessly signaling Augustine to follow.
Augustine understood at once and trailed after the doctor and into the hallway.
His chest tightened as he forced out the words, "So… is my Charles going to be okay?" Augustine inquired and his brows became arched, his eyes searching desperately for hope.
