Graeme’s fingers flexed repeatedly on his thighs before clenching again. It was a subconscious action, one he wasn’t even aware he was making.
The frantic rush from the afternoon had settled down into an undying anxiety that gnawed at him. It had been over nine hours since Macy had been admitted, and she was yet to stir. Granted, they had sedated her to keep her calm, but Dr. Julie had said it would wear off in a few hours.
Why wasn’t she waking up?
Was there something wrong with her?
“Get the Doctor.” Graeme ordered one of the security guards.
“What’s wrong, Graeme?” Marianne asked, stirring from the light doze she had fallen into.
“She’s not waking up.” Graeme muttered, his eyes focused on Macy. She was so pale, so still. It was almost like she was gone.
He swallowed thickl
