Damon rushed back into the ward with the doctor. The doctor, Mr. Leonard, approached Jasmine and placed his two fingers on her wrist, holding out her hand to feel her pulse.
He turned to Damon with an emotionless face, which turned Damon gray with fear.
“Why? What happened? Is she in a critical situation?” He briskly asked with a sad look that disdained his face.
“None of that is the case,” Mr. Leonard shook his head, his gaze flickering. “Was she stressed or worried about someone?” He questioned and took a glance at Jasmine who laid on the bed almost lifeless before settling his gaze on Damon.
Damon cleared his throat, his eyes betraying his composure.
“Oh!” Mr. Leonard nodded slightly, getting the impression he wanted. “I would advise you against that, though, we might not be so luc
