Semua Bab The Luna Queen's Rebirth: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Ellie POVI wake up with the distinct feeling like I’ve been dropped in a pool of acid, everything burning, how, and my body somewhere I didn’t agree to be.The ceiling above me is too white, too bright, the light humming faintly as it presses against my skull. My head throbs dully, not sharp like before, but heavy, like someone packed it full of wet sand and forgot to take it back out.I blink a few times, trying to orient myself.“Holy—” My hand move to my head.The Infirmary.The realization settles in slowly, along with the ache in my limbs and the faint taste of metal at the back of my throat. I shift, immediately regretting it when nausea rolls through me in response.“Easy,” someone says, and a healer steps into view. One of my instructors. “You fainted. Try not to sit up just yet.”I swallow dry. “What… what happened?”Oh gods is that what my voice sounds like? It’s rough like I’ve been smoking a pack a day for years.“We ran a full scan,” she says, already sounding bored with

We lock eyes.Mine narrow.His peel from me slow, then focus on Ellie. I can hear that smile in that ‘gentle’ voice he only uses with her.I straighten and step away before anyone opens the door and catches me lurking like an idiot.He’s the one she wanted to see anyways.—The next day, I see her in the hallway.She’s pale. That’s the first thing I notice. Not the dress, not the way Lucas hovers at her side like a guard dog with anxiety issues, but the fact that she looks… washed out.I had…no clue what was happening, but she look like she wasn’t eating. Just after a day.One hand presses to her temple as she walks. Her steps are careful, measured, like the floor might tilt if she moves too fast.She stumbles once.Lucas catches her instantly.I grip the strap of my bag until my knuckles go white.If I open my mouth, it will turn into something sharp, and she doesn’t need sharp right now.So I do the only thing I can without starting a war.I leave medicine and bottle of water in her

Ellie POV I don’t need the wheelchair.That’s the thing I keep telling myself as I sit in it, fingers pressed hard to my temple while the ache behind my eyes pulses like it has a heartbeat of its own. I can stand. I can walk. I can even pretend I’m fine for short bursts if I really want to.But the

Ellie POV I wake up choking on thirst.My throat scrapes raw, like I’ve been breathing dust instead of air. Tongue thick and useless as I blink up at the dark ceiling, disoriented for a long, terrifying second where I don’t remember where I am or how I got here.My head throbs, pressure building be

Ellie POVThe days blur together in the hospital room.Morning light, afternoon light, evening dimness. Healers coming and going. The same questions asked in different voices. The same careful hands adjusting blankets, checking vitals, murmuring reassurances they don’t quite believe themselves.Turns out, I can’t leave. I can’t do much of anything without Dominic…which is kinda the worst thing to ever happen to me.Sarah comes often with flowers, bright ones, like she’s trying to bring any type of life back into the room. She talks about school, about gossip I don’t have the energy to care about, about teachers who keep asking when I’ll be back. I smile in the right places. I even laugh once. It exhausts me.My family comes too. My mother sits close, always too close, her fingers tight around mine like she’s afraid I’m close to death.Who knows. I could be.My stepfather stays near the door, pacing, muttering about healers and incompetence and how this never would have happened if peo