"Sir." Zephyr turned to the doctor just as he was about to step out of the room. The man halted, his gaze settling on him.
Zephyr swallowed, his pulse hammering in his ears. "I need to know... what caused her seizures?"
The doctor’s forehead creased as he let out a quiet sigh. "We don't know," he admitted. "We've run tests, done everything we can... but we still don’t have an answer. I wish we could do more."
He pressed his lips into a thin line, then turned to Anthony. "I'm really sorry." His voice was heavy with regret.
For a moment, he lingered, then exhaled softly, pulled open the door, and stepped out.
The door closed with a soft click behind him, leaving a deafening silence lingering in the atmosphere, and then Anthony turned to face him. “Zephyr,” his voice was soft but firm. “
