At Springfield Hospital,
Doctor Amelia Gray had already been waiting, alerted by Alaric's call. The stretcher was ready at the entrance, nurses hovering, but Alaric didn't let go of Aveline even for a second. He carried Aveline himself, his jaw set, his arms wound tight around her slight frame.
"What happened to her?" Amelia asked, checking if they needed to prepare something or head her for any tests.
"She was handling everything at the scene." his voice was low, urgency evident as they moved. "Then she fainted out of nowhere. I tried to wake her, but she didn't respond. There are no serious wounds on her body, just some scratches. But she wouldn't wake up."
He laid her down once they reached the private suite reserved solely for Aveline.
Amelia didn't waste words. Her hands moved quickly and practiced as she checked Aveline's vitals.
Aveline's heartbeat was steady, but her breathing was shallow, though even. Her body temperature was a bit cold, and her pupils were normal.
