Michael’s POV
Nicole has been unconscious for three days now, but her condition remains critical, still unable to be moved out of the ICU.
I sit in the chair beside her bed, holding her hand, letting the sting of pain soothe me as I channel my energy into her. I keep telling her over and over that I'm ready to accept her as my mate, but she hasn’t given me any response.
My gaze never leaves her face, hoping she'll open her eyes again.
I’m playing with her fingers, lost in thought, when I suddenly notice tears streaming down her face.
My breath catches in my throat, and my heart twists painfully in my chest. She’s crying.
I cup her face with both hands, gently wiping away her tears with my thumbs.
“Nicole, sweetheart, please wake up,” I plead, my voice trembling.
I quickly press the
