~ ALISTAIR ~ The silence that followed his little speech was thick, heavy, and utterly ridiculous. I stood next to his hospital bed, looking down at him as the rapid, frantic beeping of his heart monitor filled the gaps between us. Then, a slow, humorless smile crept onto my face—followed by a breathless, sarcastic laugh escaping my throat, the sound hollow and sharp in the quiet room. "Next time?" I repeated, my voice dripping with mocking amusement. I took a slow step forward, resting my hands flat against the metal railing of his bed, leaning over him just enough to make the shadow of my frame block out the overhead lights. "Look at yourself, Simon," I murmured, my eyes tracing the thick white bandages wrapped around his torso, the bruised, yellowing skin on his face, and the IV lines taped to his trembling hand. "You can barely sit upright without coughing up a lung. You think you can win against me?” Simon’s jaw clenched tight, his eyes flaring with that same despera
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