Axel’s pov
Minutes ticked by like hours. I walked around because I couldn’t stand still. Every time the healer murmured something to her assistants or fiddled with one of the machines, my heart leapt.
But soon, the healer moved away from the stretcher and came over to us. She looked calm enough but she was weary-eyed.
“She’s stable for now,” the healer said. “But she’s severely dehydrated and malnourished. Her body is weak, and she’s under a lot of stress. It’s going to take time for her to recover.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “She’s going to be okay?”
The healer nodded. “If she gets the care she needs, yes. But she’s in a fragile state. She needs rest, proper nutrition, and someone to make sure she doesn’t push herself too hard.”
My mother looked at me and
