Ariana Cross The hospital smelled of bleach, stale coffee, and fear. I hadn’t moved from the stiff plastic chair in what felt like forever. My back ached, my eyes burned, and grease from the shop still clung to my skin like a second layer of failure. Lena lay in the bed looking impossibly small, her chest rising and falling in shallow, pained breaths. The monitors painted her face in cold blue and green light. Every beep felt like a countdown. Mia sat glued to my side, her arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders. She hadn’t said much in the last hour and just held me while I tried not to fall apart completely. Elias arrived a few minutes later, still in his grease-stained coveralls from the workshop. The moment he stepped into the room, the tension in his broad shoulders eased slightly at the sight of us, but his warm brown eyes filled with worry when they landed on Lena. “God, kiddo…” he murmured, setting down a bag of food no one would eat. He crouched in front of me, one b
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