Killian's POV
"Has there been any improvement?"
The doctor kept his stethoscope on Celeste's chest, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He's been in the room for more than 10 minutes performing what I had come to understand as the early morning check-up.
"Is everything okay, doctor?" I asked again, moving from the other side of the room to take a closer look at the entire examination.
Celeste's eyes were shut, her lips parted just slightly, as if caught mid-breath. The soft beeping of the monitor echoed louder than it should’ve. My chest tightened with each tick, each silence between the doctor’s movements.
He didn’t answer right away. His gloved hand hovered above her abdomen, fingers paused as if listening through touch. The nurse beside him avoided my eyes. That alone set ev
