Semua Bab The One I Can't Escape: Bab 71 - Bab 76

His voice is barely a whisper—ragged, dry, and thin from too many days spent unconscious.But I hear it.I know who hit me.My heart stalls, then kicks like a racehorse against my ribs.“Oliver.” I’m already standing, already fumbling for my phone, my voice rising in volume and panic. “He’s awake! He’s awake—he spoke!”I don't even have to yell again. The door flings open. The nurse rushes in first, followed by the doctor, then Isabella and Dad right behind. The nurse goes to the monitors, checking vitals, while the doctor moves to Oliver’s bedside with calm, practiced urgency.Oliver flinches slightly at the sudden movement and light, but his eyes—his eyes—are open and following everything. They're bloodshot and dull with exhaustion, but they are undeniably his."Easy, sweetheart," the doctor murmurs, shining a penlight into his eyes. "Don't try to talk too much. You're safe now."She checks his reflexes. His blood pressure. Pupils. Breathing. She even asks him to squeeze her fingers

Oliver’s eyelids are heavy again, his breath slower now. He’s fighting to stay awake, but it’s clear the conversation has taken all he had to give. His chest rises and falls with quiet effort, and when his fingers twitch slightly against the sheets, I know he’s slipping back into much-needed rest.Dad clears his throat softly. “That’s enough for now,” he says, voice gentle but firm. “He needs to sleep.”Everyone seems to understand. We nod silently, the gravity of what Oliver just said weighing down every gesture. One by one, we start to file out of the room.Lea lingers a moment longer, her gaze soft on Oliver before she gives a small wave and turns toward the door. Jace follows her, his expression unreadable.Only Isabella and I remain by the bedside.She leans down slowly and presses a firm, lingering kiss to Oliver’s cheek, her fingers grazing his temple. “You’re safe now, sweetheart,” she whispers, her voice breaking just slightly. “Get better. Come back all the way. We’re right

An hour drips by in the kind of slow crawl that makes you feel like time’s decided to take a nap, too. The officers wait in the lounge, quiet but watchful. Dad paces near the nurses’ station, pretending to read a clipboard he’s not actually looking at. I’m leaning against the wall, staring at the beige tile like it might give me answers.Oliver’s been still all this time, his breathing steady, his face soft in the dim light. Then, without warning—A sharp yelp slices the silence.I whip around. Isabella’s standing at Oliver’s bedside, hands over her mouth, eyes wide. “He’s awake!” she blurts, voice trembling but loud enough to carry down the hall.The sound draws all of us at once. Dad’s already moving toward the door. I’m right behind him, heart hammering, but the officers get there first.Raines steps forward, voice firm. “We need to speak with him. Alone.”Dad hesitates. “He just woke up—”“It won’t take long,” Keller says, already easing past him. “We can’t risk memory fading or d