It didn't take long for Celeste's parents to bombard Zillon's privacy. They all flooded in with Celia behind them and a couple of pack members who's name Zillon didn't cater for.
"Is she alright? What did the doctor say?"
It was Celeste's mother who spoke first, worry seeming to be embroideried in her eyes.
Zillon sighed, peeking over at Celeste who was still unconscious. "She doesn't look alright, does she? The doctor said she might wake up today, if not then he'll give her week."
"Oh my poor daughter."
Celeste's father threw an arm over the worried woman's shoulder, then rolled his eyes. "I warned her before she left, didn't I? And now look, she drove herself under the pressure and couldn't withstand it. Celia would've never done such a thing. She has no reason to anyways."
"Stop
