Third Person Pov
Roberto slowly stirred, his senses coming back in fragments, the steady beeping of the machines around him grounding him in the reality of where he was. His eyelids fluttered open, his vision blurry in the dim light, and the weight of his body felt like it had been through a war—every inch of him ached, a dull throb that reminded him just how close he'd come to losing it all. His eyes focused on the figure beside him—Kylie, curled up in the chair, her face soft with sleep.
"Angel," his voice barely escaped him, a hoarse rasp, but it was enough. She stirred, her eyes snapping open, a flicker of concern crossing her features as she blinked at him.
"You’re awake." Her voice was quiet, yet it held an edge of relief, as if she hadn’t realized how much she'd needed to hear th
