Elysia and Seren stepped quietly into the room where Emily and Ameila were being kept, the soft hum of machines filling the air. The scent of antiseptic lingered. Emily lay on one bed, her breathing steady, an IV line running into her arm. On the other bed lay Ameila, surrounded by softly beeping monitors that tracked what little life remained within her.
A doctor stood beside Emily, checking the drip before turning to face them. "Her condition is stable" she said, adjusting her glasses. "She just needs the fluids to regain her strength, she should wake up soon."
Seren let out a quiet breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
But the doctor's expression shifted as she glanced toward Ameila.
"Our concern now is Miss Ameila" she continued, her tone more serious. "We tried bringing her back while you were outside… we used electric stimulation, but…" She hesitated for a moment before finishing, "I'm sorry to say this, but she may fall into a vegetative state."
