"Thankfully, she is stable now. It wasn't too late."
The doctor let the words linger in the hallway, his expression remaining solemn. He didn't need to explain what he meant. They all understood the implication.
If they had arrived even a little later, Ivy's condition could have deteriorated beyond the point where the doctors could guarantee anything.
Her life might have been hanging by a thread, and there was no telling whether they would have been able to pull her back from the brink.
For a moment, no one spoke.
The relief of knowing she was stable was overshadowed by the chilling realization of just how close they had come to losing her.
"Thank you, doctor." Luke muttered at last. "When can we see her?"
"She's under heavy medication. At least not until next morning." He replied
