Damon sat on one of the benches in the hospital corridor, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped tightly. It had been nearly an hour since they brought Svetlana in.
The doctor had told him she was stable, but they needed to run a few tests just to be sure. She was still out when they took her back for observation.
An hour wasn't long.
Not by hospital standards.
But for Damon, it felt like a lifetime.
His mind wouldn't stop running through possibilities.
Trying to piece together anything that made sense.
She hadn't been sick. She hadn't complained about feeling weak or dizzy. There was nothing leading up to this.
He couldn't make sense of it. And when he couldn't make sense of something, his thoughts turned against him.
He'd called back home not long after they arrived.
Victor answered on the second ring. Calm but serious.
Macey was in the background, asking questions.
Damon explained everything he knew, which wasn't much.
Victor didn't waste time.
