I sat beside his bed, refusing to leave his side for even a moment. My fingers were curled around his hand, desperate for any sign of movement. Days had passed since we arrived at the hospital, and he had been unconscious the entire time.
Then, finally, his fingers twitched. His eyelids fluttered open, and for the first time since the nightmare began, I saw those familiar eyes staring back at me.
A wave of relief hit me so hard that I nearly collapsed onto the bed. Even though the doctors had assured me he would be fine, I hadn’t been able to shake the fear clawing at my chest. But now, seeing him awake, it felt like heaven.
Nothing in my life had ever terrified me the way this had. Watching him bleed out, losing so much blood, fighting for his life—it had shattered something inside me.
