Ethan sat in the waiting room, his fists clenched and his heart pounding. Every second stretched into an eternity.
He glanced at the clock on the wall, then back at the closed double doors.
The doors swung open, and a doctor stepped through, scanning the room. “Are you Mr. Ethan?”
Ethan stood up. “Yes, doctor. How is she?”
The doctor’s face softened into a reassuring smile. “She’s okay. The drug in her system was intended to put her into a deep sleep and nothing more. We’re flushing it out. Once she wakes up, she’ll be fine," the doctor said.
Relief washed over Ethan like a wave. His shoulders sagged, and he exhaled deeply. “Thank you, doctor. Can I see her?”
The doctor nodded. “Briefly. She needs rest.”
“Thank you,” Ethan said again, his voice still filled with worry as he follow
