Hailey's POV
"Kingsley" I responded with my heart flushed with happiness and rekindled hope.
But then-
He went silent, as if it was an illusion.
I sat beside him watching every move from him, from the nurses, and even from the machines.
The ventilator breathes for him.
It's a steady, mechanical sound—soft but relentless—filling the VIP hospital room with a rhythm that makes it impossible to forget where I am or why. Inhale, Exhale, Inhale, Exhale. Every breath is counted, monitored, granted by a machine that hums quietly beside the bed.
Kingsley lies still beneath crisp white sheets, his skin pale under the dimmed lights. The sharp lines of his face look softened like this, stripped of arrogance, stripped of control. Tubes ran where they shouldn't. Bandages wrapped h
