Hailey's Pov The ventilator breathes for him.It’s a steady, mechanical sound—soft but relentless—filling the VIP hospital room with a rhythm that makes it impossible to forget where I am or why. Inhale, Exhale, Inhale, Exhale. Every breath is counted, monitored, granted by a machine that hums quietly beside the bed.Kingsley lies still beneath crisp white sheets, his skin pale under the dimmed lights. The sharp lines of his face look softened like this, stripped of arrogance, stripped of control. Tubes ran where they shouldn’t. Bandages wrapped his torso, clean and precise, hiding the damages I know are underneath.I sat in the corner of the room, half swallowed by shadow.The chair is comfortable, in fact, too comfortable. The kind of expensive comfort meant to keep people docile, cooperative, grateful. I didn’t lean back, I didn’t relax. My spine stays straight, my hands folded tightly in my lap, fingers pressing into each other until the faint ache reminds me I’m still here.Stil
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