~ Evie ~
It's morning now.
I keep whispering the same thing over and over in my head: please stay, please stay, please stay.
The door opens quiet and the doctor walks in, the tall one with the glasses. He’s got his clipboard and that tired morning face. “Evie,” he says soft, “you been here all night?”
I nod, throat tight. “Couldn’t leave.”
He checks the monitors, listens to Jack’s lungs, flips pages. Then he looks at me and actually smiles a little. “He made it through the night. Blood pressure’s stable. Oxygen’s good. The bleeding we worried about stopped on its own. It’s… honestly, most guys with two shots like that don’t look this steady by morning.”
My eyes fill up fast. I squeeze Jack’s hand harder. “So he’s okay?”
“We’re calling it stabilized. No infection signs yet, no organ
