"How is she now?" Jay asked softly, stepping into the room.
Blue was perched silently on the edge of the bed, her small hand resting near Sara's, her wide eyes fixated on the woman who still hadn't woken up. Concern was etched into her face—her lip trembled just slightly.
The maid turned from the bedside with a sigh, her expression apologetic. "No change. The doctor said she should wake up soon, but… there's still no response."
Jay pressed his lips together, nodding grimly. He approached the bed but kept his voice gentle. "Miss, how about you go back home for now? Miss Sara will be just fine by tomorrow, I'm sure."
Blue didn't move. Instead, she turned her head slowly, her tear-filled eyes meeting his.
"Will she die?" she whispered.
Jay blinked, taken aback by the question. "No, of c
