The doctor finally stepped forward, his expression was unreadable.
Isabel most prepared for the worst was he about to say that he passed away despite all of their endeavours?
She could feel the air leaving her lungs with each passing seconds "well what is it doctor?" She pushed, hating the unnecessary suspense.
“The surgery went well,” he said slowly, “but he’s in a coma. We’re monitoring him closely, but… there’s no exact timeline for when he might regain consciousness.”
Isabel’s lips parted, her breath catching. She gripped the chair beside her for balance.
“A coma?” she whispered, eyes wide. “You’re saying… he might not wake up?”
“It’s possible he may remain unconscious for weeks… or months,” the doctor said carefully. “The trauma to his head was severe, swelling in the brain is u
