Lucien was gloomily standing beside Elian's bed as Soren walked into the room, Ms. Beck following quietly with a wooden medical box in her hands.
Soren looked at Elian from head to toe, his grey eyes observing the way Elian was lying on his stomach.
"Thank you, Ms. Beck," Soren nodded and took the wooden medical box from her.
"Leave," Lucien said, not taking his eyes off Elian.
Ms. Beck nodded once and left the room. Soren quietly neared the bed, placing his medical box on the bedside drawer.
"What happened?" Soren asked, taking out a miniature bowl from his box and a bottle filled with a clear liquid.
Lucien frowned. "You're the doctor. Make sure he stays alive," he stated calmly. Lucien looked composed, almost unbothered, but the way his thumbs rubbed against each other behind him told a different story. He wasn't used to a quiet Elian. He wasn't used to seeing those blue eyes shut.
