Page 22 of Dark Witch Resurrection

"I won't. He's still unconscious, so it's not like I'm going to stay around and chat." Jasmine forced a smile and opened the door.

As she exited the elevator on the clinic level, the clicking of her mules echoed in the empty hallway, making her regret her choice of footwear. She didn't want to announce her presence.

When she entered the clinic, the doors to the prince's room and Bridget's office were closed, and only the door to the princess's room was open. Jasmine peeked inside and wasn't surprised to see that the doctors hadn't removed her from the stasis chamber yet.

Morbid curiosity propelled her to look into the open chamber, and as she'd expected, the princess looked as skeletal as her brother. Still, it was easy to see that she was a female, even in her emaciated state. The bone structure was more delicate, and she was smaller.

As the door in the next room opened, Jasmine rushed out to catch whoever was there before they closed it.

"Doctor Bridget," she called out when she saw the red ponytail on the woman leaning over the hospital bed.

Evidently, they had moved the prince.

Bridget turned around. "Oh, hi, Jasmine. What can I do for you?"

"I just came to see how he was doing."

Bridget straightened and let out a breath. "As you can see, we moved him and hooked him up to the equipment."

An intravenous feeding tube was attached to the back of his hand, and various monitoring equipment was showing stats that Jasmine didn't know how to interpret. She could tell that things were working, though, and that they were steady.

"Is he going to make it?"

Bridget shrugged. "His body will, but I can't guarantee that his mind will as well. He's still unconscious, but he's stable."

Jasmine nodded, her gaze drifting to the prince's face. Even in his weakened state, his features had a regal quality.

He was so still, his chest barely rising and falling with each shallow breath.

"Are you going to stay here overnight?" she asked the doctor.

Bridget nodded. "Julian and I will stay in the keep for as long as the twins need us." She smiled. "My mate is used to sleeping with me on a hospital bed."

Jasmine swallowed. "You can take over my room. I can sleep on the couch in the living room."

Bridget smiled. 'Thanks for the offer, but I want to be near my patients."

"If you change your mind, just come up to the penthouse."

"It's okay." Bridget walked over to her and clapped her on the back. "This is the life of a physician, and I love what I do." She walked Jasmine to the door. "Go. Celebrate with your team." She opened the door and gently shoved her out.

"I'll come back tomorrow morning."

"Of course. Good night, Jasmine." Bridget closed the door.

With a heavy heart, Jasmine made her way back to the penthouse. As she entered, she found Margo, Frankie, Gabi, and Ella already hard at work, setting out platters of food and arranging bottles of various liquors on the kitchen counter.

They looked so full of energy and excitement, their immortal bodies needing much less rest than her human one.

Jasmine felt a pang of envy at their energy and high spirits. She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep for a week or at least one full day.

Ella turned to her. "Hi. How is the prince?"

"They moved him to the bed, and they are feeding him intravenously." Jasmine pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I guess it doesn't matter what his diet is for that, and they are only feeding him liquids."

Ella nodded. "Some things are universal."

"Is Edgar back?" she asked.

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