Avia’s POVI blinked against the harsh glare of fluorescent lights, the white walls of the hospital room spinning faintly as if they were breathing. My head throbbed, a dull ache that pulsed in rhythm with my heart. The faint smell of antiseptic burned my nostrils, and for a moment, panic clawed at my chest — where was I?“Avia…?”The voice made me freeze. Soft, steady, trembling with something I couldn’t quite place. I turned my head slowly, and there he was — Tristan. His hair was mussed, his shirt untucked, sleeves rolled up as if he hadn’t moved from the chair beside my bed. His eyes were fixed on me, wide and almost desperate. Relief, fear, anger — they all collided in that look, and for a second I couldn’t tell which emotion was strongest.“I… I’m here,” he said, his voice low, rough with exhaustion. “You’re awake. Thank God.”I swallowed, my throat dry. Words felt heavy, each syllable like lifting a stone. “What… what happened?” I croaked. My hands went to my stomach automatica
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