Killian
I threw the door open to her. The air smelled sharp, like a hospital mixed with pure oxygen.
She was propped up in the bed, pale as hell, with an oxygen tube running under her nose. The doctor, Hennessey, was standing over her, checking the machines.
I went straight to the foot of the bed and just stood there, gripping the rail. "Is she okay?" I asked Hennessey, my voice rough.
He was calm and all business. "Yes, Mr. Ashford. We caught the anaphylaxis quickly, thank God. Epinephrine was administered, oxygen saturation is stable, and the swelling is going down. But it was severe. Very close. She needs rest and observation, but she'll be fine."
"Fine," I repeated, my jaw tight. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, and the tension in my shoulders eased slightly, re
