As Luke slowly recovered, I spent every moment I could at his bedside, watching with relief and joy as he grew stronger each day. The doctors were pleased with his progress, though they cautioned that the road to full recovery would be long and challenging.
One afternoon, about a week after the accident, I arrived at the hospital to find Luke sitting up in bed, a frustrated expression on his face as he struggled with a bowl of soup.
"Stubborn as ever, I see," I said, smiling as I entered the room.
Luke looked up, his face brightening at the sight of me. "Bella! Thank goodness you're here. Maybe you can convince these nurses that I'm perfectly capable of feeding myself."
I laughed softly, moving to sit in the chair beside his bed. "And how's that working out for you?"
He glanced rueful
