(Aurora’s POV)
When the doctor finally showed up, Owen escorted him to Amelia's room, with Ryan and I trailing behind. They entered the room but I paused just at the threshold. My fingers curled lightly around the frame, my sharp eyes taking in the tableau laid out before me.
Amelia lay propped against the pillows, pale-faced yet somehow elegant, as if even weakness became her. Ian sat on the edge of the bed, leaning slightly forward, concern etched across his features. His hand rested near hers on the blanket.
Across from him stood Asher, his arms folded. Owen positioned himself near the doctor, assisting quietly when needed, while Ryan stood with his hands clasped loosely behind his back, his blank expression giving nothing away.
The doctor worked methodically, checking Amelia’s pul
