The doctor took her in, and I didn’t know what that look in his eyes meant. All I knew was he looked fucking exhausted, and I didn’t know if that was a good thing not.
“She’s stable for now. But she sustained serious injuries to her left leg. We were able to operate and fix the tear, but things are going to be difficult for a while. I suggest physical therapy to help her regain mobility, but that can be discussed with the patient as soon as she wakes up.”
Evelyn and Jace shared a look before she asked the doctor the question I wanted to ask but had no right to.
“She’s a dancer,” Evelyn said brokenly. Softly. “Will she still be able to dance?”
The expression on the doctor’s face told me the answer before he even opened his mouth. My fist clenched by my side.
“There’s no way to say. I’ve seen cases of people beating the odds and ending up running marathons after their recovery. I’ve also seen cases of people bound to a wheelchair for the rest of their lives. I can’t say for certain until we have more time and can assess Emilia’s recovery rate.”
“But you don’t think so,” I said, voicing everyone’s thoughts out loud. The devastation in Evelyn’s eyes told me she thought the same.
“Her injuries were substantial. To be frank, she’s very fortunate to have arrived at the hospital so quickly, and that we were able to save her leg. She’s still young and, what’s more, healthy. She’ll recover well, but as for her dancing, I’m sorry. I just don’t have an answer for you.”
With that, he walked away.
Evelyn buried her face in Jace’s chest, while I met his eyes.I knew we were thinking the same thing without saying anything.
How would Emilia react to the news?
Fuck.