Blake’s POV
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room buzzed faintly above, casting a harsh white light over the room that never seemed to settle. I watched Frey and Josh leave, their movements sluggish, weighed down by exhaustion and worry. They had refused to go at first, but after hours of sitting there, staring at Kaya’s fragile form, they finally gave in. I knew they needed rest. Hell, we all did. But there was no way I was leaving her.
Not like this.
I sat at the edge of the bed, staring at her. She looked so… small. Frail. That fiery woman who had once been the center of every room she walked into now seemed so far away. She had been everything—vibrant, full of life, the kind of person who could light up your darkest days just by walking into a room. I remembered when we were k
