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Chapter 55: fragile joy

Author: Chithority
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-16 17:40:56

The faint beeping of machines was the only sound anchoring me to reality. Each rhythmic pulse was a fragile reminder that he was still here — that my world hadn’t completely fallen apart.

I sat slumped in the hospital chair, my back aching, my hand wrapped tightly around Kent’s small fingers as though my grip alone could tether him to this world. His skin was cool — too cool — and the faint sheen of sweat glistened on his temple, catching the weak fluorescent light.

He looked so pale. Too fragile. The warmth and mischief that once danced behind those bright eyes were gone now, drained from his tiny body as if someone had reached in and stolen it along with his laughter.

But he was breathing.

That alone was a miracle.

Each shallow rise and fall of his chest was a prayer answered, yet it came with a thousand unanswered ones still lodged in my heart. I wanted to hold him tighter, but I was terrified of hurting him, of pressing too hard, of shattering what was left of him. My thumb brushe
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