The moment Jayvaughn's fingers closed around the doctor's collar, the tension in the room thickened like a thundercloud ready to break. The doctor gasped, eyes wide, back pressed into his chair. Jayvaughn's eyes burned with fury and desperation. Draco stood beside him, jaw clenched, fists balled at his side. He didn't intervene.
Under normal circumstances, he might have questioned Jayvaughn's outburst. Might've narrowed his eyes and wondered why the boy seemed too involved. But right now, the only thing Draco wanted to do was grab the doctor himself and demand answers. His son was unconscious. His only child. And these so-called professionals had dragged them into a private office with faces more nervous than reassuring.
"Please let me go so I can talk," the doctor said, voice trembling slightly.
Jayvaughn hesitated, then slowly released the man, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it could crack.
