His skin turned pale, and could hardly breath properly. Dr Carlos and Dr Morgan hurriedly took him to the nearby bed, laying him down, he was placed on an IV drip to help him regain consciousness.
On the other hand both the two doctors, were so worries.
Dr. Carlos paced anxiously in his office. His hands rubbed nervously together as he muttered under his breath.
"If anything happens to him, we're doomed," he said, frustration lacing his tone.
Dr. Morgan laid a calming hand on Carlos's shoulder.
"Try to think positive, Carlos. Nothing will happen to Theo; he's just a little weak. That's all." He glanced at the boy lying on the bed, his chest rising and falling . "He's stronger than he appears."
Theo's skin shimmered ghostly white under the flickering light that floated gently above him. An IV drip hung nearby, filled with a clear liquid.
