Ivy's POV
The doctor frantically packed more gauze into the wound, discarding the blood-soaked ones onto the floor where they formed a growing, ominous pile. His movements became increasingly desperate, his composure cracking under pressure. Sweat glistened on his forehead as his eyes widened with alarm.
"What's happening?" My father stepped closer to the bedside, tension radiating from his body.
"It's not closing," the doctor replied, his voice strained.
"Explain," my father demanded, grabbing the doctor's arm, who immediately shook off the contact.
"The lupine saline should have flushed most of the wolfsbane from his system, but he's still not healing. The blood loss is too severe." He continued stuffing fresh gauze into the wound before looking up with defeat written across his features. "I... I don't believe he'll survive this."
"That's unacceptable," my father growled, seizing both the doctor's shoulders. "You will save him."
