The days in the hospital stretched on, each one blending into the next.
Elara's body healed slowly, the wound in her chest a constant reminder of the violence her father was capable of. But with each passing day, she grew stronger. The pain faded from a sharp, searing agony to a dull ache. The doctors were optimistic. She would make a full recovery.
Julian was by her side constantly, refusing to leave even for a moment. He slept in the chair beside her bed, his hand in hers, his eyes always watchful. He brought her books, flowers, anything she could want. But mostly, he just held her hand and told her he loved her.
"You're going to spoil me," Elara teased one afternoon, her voice still weak but gaining strength.
"I'm not spoiling you. I'm just... investing in your happiness." He grinne
