The garage was chaos, filled with medics and soldiers rushing around like a whirlwind. Alessia could barely hear anything over the loud shouts, orders, and sirens—her focus was solely on Nikolai. Blood drenched the stretcher beneath him, and it was way too much. Things were happening too fast. “Nikolai!” she shouted, trying to push her way through the crowd. A medic stepped in front of her, blocking her path with a firm arm. “Ma’am, we need space—” “He needs me!” she replied sharply, her voice breaking with fear. Nikolai turned his head just enough to catch her eye, agony etched all over his face. “Alessia,” he managed to whisper. She took his hand, which was hanging off the stretcher, and he squeezed it—weak but determined. “Stay with me,” she urged. “You can’t—don’t you dare—” “Princess,” he said softly, attempting a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes, “I’m too stubborn to die.” Her heart ached painfully. Even now, he tried to joke, keeping her from falling apart. Ma
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