His Regret Bound My Ghost to His Side

Chapter 5

For half a month, Elara had tended to Sybil with tireless devotion in the hospital.

That dawn, as she carefully dabbed Sybil's cheeks, her heart skipped a beat—Sybil's fingers twitched ever so slightly.

Pulse racing, she smashed the call button and immediately alerted Silas.

When he arrived, the doctor was just finishing his examination. "The patient's showing signs of regaining consciousness," he announced cheerfully, "with proper care, she'll likely wake up completely."

The usual scowl melted from Silas's face as his eyes lit up like fireworks.

He grabbed Elara's wrist, voice trembling with excitement. "Elara! Did you hear? Sybil's waking up!"

She stared at him, speechless.

It'd been ages since she'd seen that smile—the kind that reached his eyes, crinkling their corners.

The normally stoic Silas had always dropped his guard around her, sometimes grinning like an excited kid.

But after Sybil's accident, he'd become a different person—all icy glares, bitter resentment, and endless rage.

Suddenly aware of his outburst, he snatched his hand back, coughing awkwardly. The warmth vanished from his face, replaced by familiar distance.

As the medical staff filed out, an awkward silence fell, heavy with unspoken tension.

Silas swallowed hard. "When Sybil wakes," he began hesitantly, "we could..."

Crash! The door burst open.

Lila swept in, beaming. "Silas! This is a miracle—Sybil's waking up!"

Elara met her gaze with a razor-thin smile.

"Oh, it's perfect. Once she's awake, the truth about who really hurt her will finally come out."

Lila's pupils shrank for a split second before she forced a smile.

Latching onto Silas's arm, she cooed, "Elara, why dwell on the past? Lila and I know you didn't mean it. Sybil's too kind to hold a grudge if you just apologize properly."

Elara bit back a mocking laugh, letting the dig hang in the air.

She couldn't wait to see if Lila could keep up her perfect facade once Sybil truly woke up.

For days, Elara kept constant vigil at Sybil's bedside, her nerves frayed.

She was terrified that Lila—now desperate like a cornered animal—might try something against the unconscious patient.

Then her worst fears came true.

That afternoon, while briefly calling Elias from the restroom about his chemo, she returned after mere minutes—only to freeze at the sight of an unfamiliar nurse injecting some unknown liquid into Sybil's IV line.

"What are you doing?" Elara demanded, her stomach dropping as the words left her mouth.

The heart monitor immediately blared a piercing alarm, its waveforms plummeting across the screen.

Her pupils dilated in horror. Moving on pure instinct, she lunged forward, yanking the IV needle free while seizing the nurse's wrist in a vise-like grip, drawing a sharp cry of pain.

"What did you inject her with?"

With trembling fingers, she grabbed her phone and called emergency services.