[Evelyn’s POV]
I was a nervous wreck.
No matter how hard I tried to calm my nerves, I couldn’t seem to relax for longer than a few minutes.
When I reached out to Edward’s Doctor, I wasn’t entirely sure what I was expecting from our call. I knew it had something to obviously do with Edward’s erratic shift in his health.
Honestly, all I was really hoping to hear was some kind of probability statistics or rather a time frame for when I could expect my brother to wake up. Unfortunately, I knew better than to assume anything so fantastic as that.
Then again, I should have known better than to assume anything in regard to the doctor. When he had first answered the phone, I was somewhat anticipating being met with a lower, aged voice. But that wasn’t the case.
The man sounded...young?
