Amara pov:The med wing was quiet now. The chaos had settled, but inside me, the storm hadn’t gone anywhere. It just curled deeper, low and rumbling, like thunder buried under skin. Two hours had passed, maybe more, maybe less. Time had stopped making sense. Everyone had cleared out, eventually. No one told me to leave, but they didn’t have to. Aleksander was the last one to go. He lingered at the door, like he had something to say, but whatever it was, he swallowed it. Left me alone.Just me and Luca.I hadn’t moved from the chair beside his bed. Not even once. I sat there like a statue, eyes locked on him. Watching his chest rise and fall in slow, shallow rhythms. Counting each one like it might stop at any second. The sound of the monitor, the slow drip of the IV, every little mechanical noise cut louder than gunfire in my head.And then, finally, he stirred. Just a twitch at first. Then a small inhale. A wince. His lashes fluttered, eyes trying to open.“Luca?” My voice cracked a
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