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CHAPTER 93: Scott’s Terms of Forgiveness

ผู้เขียน: Vee Okon
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Jace’s POV

I stood by his bedside, hardly breathing, afraid that if I blinked, he might slip away again. For days, Scott had been a ghost, trapped in a coma, his body still but for the shallow rise and fall of his chest. Now, his eyes fluttered open. He couldn’t speak yet, just blinking at me with raw effort. But it was enough. He was alive.

Tubes ran from his nose and mouth, feeding and breathing for him, the steady beeping of the monitors filling the silence like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine. Relief broke over me so hard my knees almost buckled. I reached for his hand, gripping it as if I could anchor him here.

“How are you feeling, buddy?” My voice was low and shaky but filled with a kind of desperate affection.

Scott blinked once, then again, slow and deliberate. He couldn’t answer with words, but he didn’t need to. I could read him. Relief, frustration, maybe even a hint of his usual sarcasm hiding behind those tired eyes.

That was when the door opened and the doctor stepped in,
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