Calum Reed paced around the room, rubbing his chin with a hand and pausing constantly but only to catch another glimpse of Avery who was laying on the bed for the nth time since she was checked in on by the doctor. But of course, nothing has changed over the past few hours except for the fact that the color on her usually bright face was slowly disappearing. Her chest heaved up and down in rapid succession and her brows met in clear discomfort.
“The doctor said she probably just passed out from exhaustion,” Thomas told the former in a rather unsuccessful attempt to calm him down. “There’s nothing to be this alarmed, sire. Perhaps you can catch up on some work while waiting for Miss Avery to wake up.”
Calum paused in his tracks and gave the latter a sour look as if to say, Are you telling
