~Zayn's POV~
My eyes snapped up, meeting Karl's terrified gaze across the office. He had been frozen by the desk since Evric started shaking, but at my roar, he finally sprang into action. "Karl!" I yelled, tightening my grip on Evric. "We need the car—now!"
Within minutes, Evric was rushed out of the office and transported to the nearest hospital emergency room.
The next few hours were a blur of fluorescent lights, IV drips, and monitors. After stabilizing him, a brisk, middle-aged doctor came to speak to us. I was sitting beside his bed, holding his hand, though he was still unconscious.
"He's stable now," the doctor said, looking directly at me. "The diagnosis is simple: exhaustion and acute stress. He hasn't been eating or sleeping properly for days, possibly even weeks. His blood sugar was dangerously low, his electrolytes depleted, and his cortisol levels were significantly elevated."
