Viya's POV
My medical training kicked in immediately. I checked her pulse—steady but weak. She was unconscious, with a laceration on her scalp that was bleeding profusely.
The stairwell door burst open, and a nurse appeared, eyes widening at the scene. "Dr. Lockwood! What happened?"
"She fell down the stairs," I explained quickly, maintaining pressure on Miranda's wound. "I need gauze, a cervical collar, and a backboard right away. Call 911 and get Dr. Becker!"
The nurse hesitated, her eyes darting between Miranda's unconscious form and me.
"Now!" I barked, and she scurried away.
Julian arrived moments later with emergency supplies. Together, we stabilized Miranda's neck and dressed her head wound while waiting for the ambulance.
"What happened?" Julian asked quietly
