Celine sat in Lucas’s hospital room, her hand intertwined with his. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was a constant reminder of the fragility of life. She leaned in close, her voice a soft murmur. “Lucas, please wake up. Nathan and I need you.”
The door creaked open, and Rachel peeked in. “Celine, it’s time for your check-up.”
Celine sighed, reluctant to leave his side. “Just a few more minutes, Rachel. Please.”
Rachel nodded, understanding the depth of her friend’s pain. “Okay, but don’t overdo it. You need your rest too.”
Celine nodded, turning her attention back to Lucas. “Do you hear that, Lucas? Rachel says I need rest, but I can’t rest until you wake up.”
She squeezed his hand gently, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Remember our time in Alabama? We were so happy.
