The soft hum of the machines in the medical wing had become a familiar sound to Lesley over the past week. Every day, he found himself drawn to the quiet room where Ava lay, motionless but alive. He sat by her bedside, his large frame hunched over as he rested his forearms on the edge of the bed.
“You wouldn’t believe what Jonas did today,” he began, his tone casual but tinged with warmth. “He managed to break two chairs while trying to show off some new combat move. The entire training ground was laughing, but of course, he blamed the chairs for being ‘poorly made.’”
Lesley chuckled softly, though his laughter faded quickly. His eyes wandered to Ava’s face, pale and serene, as though she were simply asleep. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you all of this. Maybe because… it feels like
