The hospital room was unusually quiet, the only sound breaking the stillness was her steady breathing.
Alexander stared at the fragile, pale face resting on the hospital bed. His chest felt unbearably heavy, as though a massive stone weighed upon it, making it hard to breathe.
She still wouldn't wake up. Perhaps she didn't want to see him. This time, he had gone too far. How could Phoebe ever forgive him?
"Don't… don't… my baby… no…" Her faint murmurs interrupted his turbulent thoughts.
He glanced at her. She was clearly trapped in a nightmare, her brows furrowed tightly, her sleep restless. Her voice was soft and barely audible, but he heard it nonetheless. Alexander felt his heart clench painfully. He bent down and gently scooped her into his arms. Leaning closer, he noticed her tear
