Third person's POV
Emma raced to meet the doctor. His face was grave, and it looked like he had wanted to relay bad news. She prayed he had something good to say. What was it about doctors? Did they pretend to look grave to scare people? Emma wasn't sure, but she prayed Katy was fine.
The doctor, a middle-aged man who looked like he had been good-looking during his youth, smiled as he stood in front of them. “It's good news. Sorry, I was looking like that.” He apologised. “She's fine. The surgery was a success, and we've stitched her up, and her regenerative abilities are kicking in instantly. The knife didn't hit any major vitals.”
Emma's mind made an absolute relaxation when she heard that, but her face was still etched in worry. “Since she's healing rapidly, we can take her home, can
