ARIANA’S POV
After countless hours of Rylee begging me to leave, I finally gave in. She kept insisting that I needed rest and that she’d be discharged in the morning anyway. I hated the idea of leaving her alone, but she wouldn’t stop pestering me about it. And she was right—I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had a proper sleep.
“Fine,” I muttered reluctantly, standing up from the stool by her bedside. “But I’m going to be back first thing in the morning with fresh clothes for you.”
Rylee’s lips curved into a small smile, and the pain beneath it wasn’t easy to miss. “That’s the plan. Now go. Don’t make me call the nurses to drag you out.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped me. “Alright, alright. I’m going,” I said, planting a soft kiss on her foreh
