Zagreus effortlessly lifted a heavy box and carried it into the storage room. Over the past few weeks working at Thanatos' bar, he had kept himself busy, trying not to dwell on Lyra's condition.
A few weeks earlier, they had taken her to the hospital. Due to severe exhaustion and dehydration, she had been admitted to the ICU for several days. The repeated beatings she had endured left her body so weakened that she slipped into a coma. Since then, she had remained under constant medical supervision.
Zagreus set the box down beside the others stacked in the storage room. His thoughts immediately drifted back to Lyra.
He visited her every day before work and returned again after his shift ended.
He sighed.
When was she going to wake up?
What exactly had happened to her?
How much pain h
