~Salvatore's POV
By the time the doctor finished adjusting the drip, the room had settled into a quieter state.
I stood a few steps away from the bed, my gaze fixed on her as the clear fluid moved steadily through the line into her arm. Her breathing had slowed, no longer sharp and uneven like when I walked in, and the tightness in her body had eased just enough to make the difference visible.
The doctor checked her pulse again, his fingers pressing lightly against her wrist as he counted, his lips moving slightly under his breath.
After a moment, he nodded.
"She is stabilizing," he said, glancing up at me carefully. "Her pulse is coming down, and her breathing is more regular now."
I did not respond immediately. I kept watching her,watching the faint rise and fall of her chest. The way her eyelids fluttered slightly, like sleep was pulling at her again, but not fully taking her under.
"Will it happen again?" I asked finally.
