(Scarlett’s POV)
Chloe helps me make the soup. I spoon a small bowl for Lily, blowing gently on the top.
She takes a tentative sip, her eyes widening slightly at the familiar taste. She eats slowly, deliberately, the simple act of nourishing her body working its magic.
"How is he really?" Chloe suddenly asks.
"Stable, but unconscious," I answer. "The doctors don't know when he'll wake up."
She nods, understanding the unspoken truth. He might not wake up at all.
"I should go," she says. "Let you two have some time together. But I'm just a phone call away, okay?"
"Thank you for staying with her. For taking care of her when I couldn't."
"That's what family is for." She hugs me tightly. "Try to get some sleep."
I nod. After Chloe leaves, Lily finishes the last spoonful of her.
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