Jefferson's POV
My patience snapped like a taut wire. The doctor stood there stammering excuses while Elisabeth lay motionless on the hospital bed, and I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hands around his throat.
"Why isn't she awake?" I demanded, stepping closer until he backed against the wall. My wolf pressed against my consciousness, hungry for violence.
"Mr. Harding, I assure you there's no medical explanation," he stuttered, gripping his clipboard with white knuckles. "Her vitals are perfect, brain scans show no abnormalities, I simply cannot understand why she remains unconscious."
"Then figure it out before I lose what's left of my control," I snarled.
A sharp intake of breath cut through my rage. Elisabeth's eyes snapped open as she bolted upright, nearly tumbling off the bed in her haste.
"Elisabeth." Her name left my lips like a prayer as I reached her side.
The doctor stepped forward, but one look from me sent him scrambling. "Leave. Now."
