Elizabeth paced the corridor outside Miguel’s hospital room, her nerves stretched thin. Every passing second felt like an eternity as she strained to catch snippets of conversation from inside.
She had pleaded to stay by her brother's side during the doctor's assessment, but the firm request to wait outside left her with nothing to do but count the minutes.
The sharp echo of approaching footsteps broke her anxious reverie. Turning, she saw Ash striding toward her, her face a careful blend of concern and professionalism.
"How’s he doing?" Ash asked, her voice tinged with genuine worry.
Elizabeth exhaled deeply, brushing a hand through her disheveled hair. "He woke up a few minutes ago. The doctor’s with him now, checking his vitals."
Ash visibly relaxed, a faint smile of relief crossin
