Kellen's POV:
Once the chaos subsided, Shyla was transferred to a recovery room at the heart of the healing ward. For now, she remained stable, but the real challenge lay ahead—a tense waiting game to see if she would awaken and reclaim her life.
Tensions hung thick in the air as I sat resolutely by Shayla’s side. Every time I dared to step away from her, the shrill insistence of the monitors echoed her distress. They couldn't possibly expect me to abandon her; doing so would jeopardize any progress made with Shyla. My presence was crucial, and I would not be swayed from supporting her.
For the last two hours, which felt more like two decades, I’ve been quietly watching these dedicated people working tirelessly to save her life. I feel grateful, but I can’t help but question their tru
