LILYA
The days that followed were a blur of exhaustion and worry. I tended to Lucas with a careful touch, each passing moment heavy with the weight of regret. His breaths were shallow, and his skin was pale, a stark reminder of the battle he had fought.
As I sat by his side, I couldn't help but replay the events in my mind. What if I had been faster? What if I had been stronger? The questions gnawed at me, a relentless chorus of doubt.
"Lucas," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. "You have to pull through. We can't lose you."
His eyelids fluttered, a faint glimmer of consciousness breaking through. He mustered a weak smile, his voice a mere whisper. "Lilya, don't blame yourself. You fought valiantly."
I shook my head, unable to hold back the surge of emotion. "I should have p
