Damien leans back in the chair for a moment, eyes never leaving Ivy. Her breathing is steady now, slow and regular, but the faint rise and fall of her chest still tugs at him. Her fingers twitch slightly, weak, as if trying to grasp something, but she does not move on her own. He studies her, memorizing every line of her face, the uneven color of her skin, the bruises dark beneath the pale surface. His ribs ache sharply with every small movement, but he ignores it. He glances at the monitors, nods slightly, then stands. He walks to the small sink across the room, washes his hands, wipes them on a clean towel, and returns to her bedside, careful not to make a sound that might startle her.The nurses quietly handle her care. They adjust the IV, check her vitals, bring small cups of water and soft food. Damien does not interfere, but he watches everything. Every motion, every careful tilt of her head, every cautious sip of water. He notices when she swallows, waits until her lips relax b
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