The doctor entered with a calm but commanding presence, clipboard in hand, his eyes scanning the monitors before settling on Isadora. She stirred faintly, her lashes fluttering as though waking from a long, heavy sleep.
"You did well," he said firmly. "Your vitals are stable now. The fever has dropped, but you're still weak. Absolute bed rest is required. No exertion, no stress. Your body needs time to recover."
Kane rose immediately, his hand tightening around hers. "Thank you, doctor," he said, voice low but edged with relief.
Isadora's lips parted, faint but audible. "Thank you," she whispered, fragile yet grateful.
The doctor nodded once, then turned to Kane. "She'll need monitoring, but she's out of immediate danger. Stay close, keep her calm." With that, he left the room, the door clicking softly behind him.
Kane leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. "You scared me," he murmured.
