The room was too quiet.
Aria lay on the bed, still and pale, her breathing soft but uneven. One of her hands rested loosely by her side, fingers slightly curled like she didn’t have the strength to move them.
Adrian stood a few steps away, watching.
He hadn’t moved since the doctor started examining her.
Not once.
His expression stayed the same—calm, controlled—but something in his eyes had changed.
Sharper.
Colder.
And underneath it—
Something else.
The doctor adjusted his glasses slightly and checked her pulse again.
“She fainted due to exhaustion,” he said after a moment.
Adrian didn’t respond.
“Her body is weak,” the doctor continued. “She hasn’t been eating properly, and from what I can see… she’s been under a lot of stress.”
That made Adrian’s jaw tighten slightly.
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