Nicholas' POV Forty-eight hours turned into seventy-two before I even realized time was passing. Everything blurred into a routine of hospital visits, the apartment, bad coffee, and medical updates that never said anything definitive. "Stable." "Responding well." "No significant changes." On the second day, Paula showed up at the hospital carrying a large suitcase. "I brought clean clothes," she said, pulling me into a tight hug. "And some toiletries. I figured you'd need them." Gratitude closed my throat. "Thank you," I managed. "You didn't have to come all the way here." "Of course I did," she replied simply. "How is she?" "Stable," I repeated, the word losing meaning every time I said it. "Still in a coma. We'll know more when they wake her." Paula only stayed a few hours. She had to get back to the estate. But her presence, even brief, reminded me that life was still happening outside those hospital walls. I called my mom that night. She asked when I was c
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