Aidan.
Aidan.
The medic frantically shook his head, waving his hands to calm us down as he took a deep, shuddering breath.
"No! No, Alpha, he's alive!" the medic blurted out, his eyes wide as he looked between me and Davian. "The internal bleeding... Physician Thorne managed to seal the chest artery! The dark magic from the arrow tip has been completely purged from his bloodstream! He's stabilized!"
A sharp, ragged gasp tore out of my throat. The crushing weight on my chest lifted just enough for me to draw a full breath of air for the first time in hours. Beside me, Davian let out a choked sound, his sword tip dropping into the gravel as he covered his mouth with his hand, his shoulders shaking in pure, overwhelmed relief.
"He's stable?" I asked, my voice cracking as I stepped up to the medic, grabbing him firmly by the shoulders. "You're certain? He's breathing on his own?"
