**Stefano’s POV**
“Elena!”
My voice broke. “Oh God, Elena. You’re here. You’re really here.”
My hands were shaking so violently that I could barely find the call button. I pressed it over and over, the plastic clicking frantically under my thumb.
A nurse burst into the room, her eyes wide. I couldn’t even form a complete sentence; I just pointed at Elena, my chest heaving as if I was the one who had stopped breathing. “She’s… she’s awake,” I managed to choke out. “Get the doctor. Get him now!”
She nodded and rushed out.
I turned back to the bed, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Her eyes were still open — soft, tired, and glazed with a heavy exhaustion. She blinked slowly, her lashes fluttering against her pale skin as if each second took effort. I reached
