Dr. Charles looked even more concerned now. "It just doesn't make sense," he muttered. "That drug shouldn't be in her system unless someone gave it to her intentionally."
Ford's fists tightened. "Just go and treat her," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't care how it happened right now—just bring her back to me, Dr. Charles."
The doctor met Ford's desperate gaze and gave a firm nod. "Yes, sir. I will."
Without wasting another second, he turned and hurried after the nurses, who were already wheeling Elena away.
As the room emptied, silence filled the space, heavy and suffocating.
Ford stood frozen for a moment before slowly sitting down on the edge of the bed. His body felt heavy, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
What if she doesn't recover?
His chest tightened painfully at the thought. His hands trembled as he ran them over his face, trying to steady himself.
Then, he remembered it—the way she had looked at him just before she fainted.
