Thoren
It started small.
A change so subtle, I almost missed it.
The steady rhythm of the heart monitor dipped—not a crash, not a scream—just a soft, hesitant pause between beats.
And then another.
I was already on my feet by the third.
“Doctor!” I roared, my voice cracking like thunder. “Now!”
The nurse burst through the door with the doctor right behind her. They moved fast, like they’d been waiting for this moment. Dread bled from their eyes even before the alarms began to scream.
“Heart rate dropping,” the nurse said urgently, already at the IV.
“BP’s crashing,” the doctor muttered. “Push one epi—now.”
The room turned to chaos.
I backed up, pacing in a tight circle behind them. My claws dug into my palms. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t blink.
Nevara’s skin had gone ashen. H
