HANNAH'S POV:He sobbed, a sound of such relief and anguish mixed together that it made everyone in the room flinch.He covered his mouth with a shaking hand, but it didn't stop the tears that streamed down his face uncontrollably. His shoulders shook.Then he was reaching for me, he was actually trying to stand up from the wheelchair, his body moving on pure instinct and emotion.Martin, who had entered the room quietly sometime during the examination, immediately grabbed Elijah's shoulder to stop him from hurting himself."Easy," Martin whispered firmly, his own voice thick with emotion. "You're still injured, man. You can't put that much strain on your body yet.""I don't care," Elijah whispered harshly, his voice breaking on every word. "She spoke, she spoke. She knows who I am. She remembers me."He dragged his wheelchair closer, the wheels squeaking slightly on the hospital floor, until his knees were actually touching the side of my bed. His hands reached out and wrapped around
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